Morris Ring

The Morris Ring is one of three umbrella groups for Morris dance sides in the United Kingdom. It was founded in 1934 by 6 sides: Greensleeves, Cambridge, East Surrey, Letchworth, Oxford and Thaxted. They meet several times a year, each Ring Meeting (two days of dancing) being hosted by a different member side (or several working together). The exception is that Thaxted Morris Men hold a Ring Meeting every year, on the weekend after the Spring Bank holiday weekend. Thaxted Ring Meeting remains a popular tourist attraction. The Morris Ring has grown to about 150 sides today, with another 50 associate clubs.

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