All the while music fills the air, infectious rhythms and beats weaving their magic through the crowds. Mad Jack's Morris Dancers throw Jack's remains to the audience Hastings and Area, Past and Present. The day dawns bright and sunny and the crowds jostle, keen to get a good view. Posted by julia fogg Filed in naturalpoetry Tags:
One of the storytellers.
Some believe Jack goes back further and has more pagan connections. The new town — different story… Reply. Rabble from Kent. The West Hill.
The custom died out in the early s.