'Come forth Beltane!' calls the Squire - and we come. Every year we return to one of our favourite pubs, and Beltane words are spoken, hands are waved, stories told, voices raised. We line up. We prepare. Dancers listen. Musicians warm up. Drums beat. Hearts beat. In the heart of Dartmoor, we are called, we come and we dance. And this time so do GRIMSPOUND BORDER MORRIS - A truly monumental evening is promised!