The programme was something like: Wheatley Processional, Oh Dear (what can the matter be), long sword, Brimfield Stick, Shepherd's Hey, and N.W. Clog.

And, in fact, they made fewer mistakes than most Morris Teams. Not bad, after only ten hours tuition!

On entering the hall, the sensation was as if running into a brick wall. Although the hall was enormous, there were no windows, the ventilation was turned off, and about 2000 school kids were sitting in a circle, screaming their heads off. It really was overpowering (and not a pint in sight).

On with the show! And the kids really did our heroes proud. The only thing that marred the performance was the absence of three of the kids, but their places were adequately filled by three other kids, namely Maggie, Alan (II), and Mick.

So, that was that. The result of a whole week's hard work (on both sides) was over and done with in half an hour, and, although there were other events in the hall (French 17th century dancing, amongst others - on top of Morris, too - whatever will these Germans think of next?), our heroes made their way downstairs to collect their gear and bid their sad farewells to their wonderful German Morris Team ... ... but, not before Len had instigated a final rendering of that infamous song, which strikes terror in the heart of every self-respecting citizen of Bremen: 'Ich bin der Musikmann' - even the kids joined in!

After scrawling their names on souvenir Earls posters and bits of paper, our heroes said goodbye, and that was that ... but, not quite. Gabriele had invited our heroes to a going away party at her boy-friend's flat! (A shrewd move, made after seeing them in action several times during the week!)