A lovely afternoon and evening in the upstairs room at the Prince Albert, just opposite the park gates.
We had our AGM, checking what sort of things to do next year, reviewing this ones, resolving to do the things we'd forgotten since last year's AGM, worked out the holes in the bagman's (my) reckoning etc...
...and then danced for the afternoon. I love the surrealness of dressing in kit for our AGM and dancing for ourselves.
We formally gave Ezra his baldrick, then feasted for the evening, with toasts to absent friends, the Queen, and the immortal memory of Cecil Sharpe; and singing till late.
Many thanks to Michael Runge for finding and arranging the pub.
1 comment:
It was good. Let's go there again next year!
Peter J
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