A frequently asked question is why Greensleeves Morris Men, who are based in Wimbledon, travel all the way to Chipperfield to hold their annual weekends.  Well, when we were based in inner London, some 40 years ago, our Squire (Morris-speak for chairman) lived in Chipperfield, and assured us it would be an ideal place to hold a weekend of dance.  Leslie Nichols proved absolutely right, and Chipperfield has proved ideal.  Its inhabitants, officials, publicans and vicars have been immensely hospitable and accommodating.  From the Parish Room to the school field, and from the showers on the football pitch to the Village Hall, there are few facilities in the village of which we’ve not made use, with immense help and friendliness from those involved.  And that’s not even mentioning the pubs and clubs, for the Morris men do appreciate a decent glass or three of beer in pleasant surroundings.  In turn, we believe the Morris men and the guest clubs have been reasonably well behaved. 
Chipperfield weekends have become something of an institution amongst Morris men, and some clubs return again and again, year after year.  One side, Dolphin Morris Men from Nottingham, have even adapted the word’s of a well-known fisherman’s song, now known as ‘Chipperfield Green’ in affectionate tribute to the welcome they get in the village.  Greensleeves are very attached to Chipperfield, and we hope to go on holding our meetings there as long as we can.  And, clearly, as long as the good people of Chipperfield to continue to welcome us.
Roy Fenton