The only member of the Fowlers Troupe I recognised, from seeing his work before, was Bob Humm,wearing the horse’s head. Despite wearing a coronet of leaves I felt distinctly underdressed. The procession left its starting point at the Dog and Bell, paraded through a housing estate and past a school playground whose small pupils squealed in delight (or terror?) before it crossed Deptford Creek. Jack in the Green then headed for the Sail Loft before six more pub locations. I didn’t make the festive pub crawl but caught a boat back to Embankment. Still wearing my leaves though.
