do you mind if I bring in the EFDSS.
Tucked away at the top of Camden Town,The English Folk Dance and Song Society,Battles on in a way Reminiscent of Trevor Baileys batting,hanging in there,not exactly dashing or dashing away with the smoothing iron,refusing to let itself be bowled out,admirable in a terribly English way,stiff upper lip, backward defensive ,but still there.
It stands four square, rugged and defiant braving the cold north winds defying the elements,a jolly good show.
but typical of England my England,flourishing when it has its back to the wall,existing by the occasional handout,and in the past from deceased members generous wills.
England my England,the EFDSS and Cecil Sharp House holed up in Camden Town,defiant to the last,braving the elements,doggedly fighting on refusing to move.,like a bulldog guarding its master[the VWML].
the epitome of Englishness.