It's early this this year, but it's Wakes Week in Tideswell. This is when we make kings into fools, fools into kings. Always many fools, no kings. The local church (Cathedral of the Peak) is of John the Baptist, who's day funnily enough coincides with the summer solstice. We dress wells (flower pictures in clay) because water has been a bit important for people, sussed in early neolithic. A gathering of clans with lots of beer. We have our own tune and we have our own dance. We bless the ground and we bless the sun, we bless the moon and we bless the sheep shit. We take to the streets to reclaim the world we're from. There's a brass band, in the brass band there's a big bass drum. At the appointed time he goes dum-dum. Then the ritual dance begins, torchlight through the streets. Ending at the fair, now in the recreational ground, reminding some of us that it is still the 1970s. Last few pints at the Club, back to bed knowing the sun will keep going for another year.
Can't find an accurate youtube of Tidza Band, this might even be Cressbrook band: