
In the dances the men wore dark costumes and their faces were covered in the black smoke from peat fires that stuck to the sweat from their exertions. The dancing was vigorous, with limited structure.
After many years, the people of Grimspound, having adopted a more varied and socially acceptable diet, abandoned the settlement. They moved to Widecombe, Chagford and in fact anywhere that they found more hospitable, so long as they could get a good pint. They took with them their knowledge of the old ways, but because they were not living together, the rituals were not practised.
But such knowledge is not lost. It has survived as folk memories amongst their descendants. A group of such descendants chanced to meet in Combeinteignhead, and after a session of Janners Bitter and pickled onions these memories were triggered.
Grimspound Border claim a blood link to the Celtic ancients of Grimspound and the rituals they practice today are those that were then. As ever, you may only witness those rituals that are dances.
The circle of life is not broken. The mystic knowledge of the past is still with us in the present.
We, the dancers of Grimspound Border; hope you enjoy our dancing but urge you not to press us to reveal some of the secrets of the old ways we still keep sacred as they are held in trust from our ancestors, only for those from our line yet to come. Such is the natural power of these rituals that we feel sure you will not begrudge us a drink in return for our toast to your good health, but let us end such conversation there.
Over time it has become necessary for our dancers to disguise their true identity through the costume and the blacking of their faces. In this way each member of the group is able to go about their normal modern day business in the usual way, but when they come together as Grimspound Border they are free of that existence and in the costume of their ancestors the power is unleashed.
