Deep in the heart of the English countryside lies the sleepy village of Oberon.

A typical rural English village where the children play in the fields, cricket is played on the village green and everyone knows each others names.

History has mostly forgotten this backwards village, no records are found of its existance prior to the civil war but in the County dark things are whispered at night about the people of Oberon. Tales of depravity and vice.
Be warned however... For these tales barely scratch the surface. The truth is more shocking, more bloody, more disgusting than can be imagined.
It permeates every aspect of village life from the landed gentry to the schools in which the children happily play.....
...... and it wears bells.

Beware. The cult of Morris approaches.

Many apologies for my lack of phototrickery savvy. One day I will learn. Pics of the cult to follow when the glue has dried.