At a merry Yule Tide Feast, in a quaint Yorkshire town named Hessle, a Morris seed was sown.
Who would have thought that a passing conversation about the fun of an all women’s dance team would ever be remembered, let alone lead to anything.
In Febuary of the following year, a motley crew of women apparated on a farm in Arnold and the tale of the raving maes began.
Getting to where we are today has been an interesting journey.
There has been the “what do we call ourselves” debate, which went on for many months, until we finally settled on Maenads.
We wiggled to our first dance out at Beverley only to discover that another team already had the name, so the debate carried on.
Other debates were:
- The Good Old Constitution
And finally after much deliberation…
The Raving Maes were spawned!!!