We had another rather damp night so the river remains in fairly good water with just a touch of colour this morning. May Day has dawned grey and gloomy, but the forecast is for some sun later so we live in hope although I shan't be dancing round any may pole. 

The nearest I have ever come to this was a May Day many years ago in Somerset when we gave a lift in the luggage compartment of our old ford estate to a Morris Dancer in full regalia including bells and stick.  His other hand held fast a full pint of Butcombe bitter and it was plain that this was just the latest of many others that the hand had held during the day.  Despite being incapable of maintaining a vertical position for more than a few minutes, when we dropped him off at the next village pub some miles further on the pint was still brim full.  A feat that it would be impossible to repeat had he been stone cold sober.  By way of thanks we were treated to an impromptu and rather violent performance by his mates.  Like something out of an old Bill Tidy cartoon!  Remember Bill Tidy and the 'Cloggies'?  An every day story of Lancashire clog dancers who made the Mafia seem like a Girl Guide company.

I am aiming to try to repair the tall stile at the Tarn today as we are coming up to a bank holiday weekend and things at the Tarn may be busy.  I will confirm this later.

Ian