A gaggle of mainly middle-aged faces bellow from behind a series of grotesque masks. Their chests are puffed out, feet spread wide as they strut and shuffle from side to side. Limbs are arched and crooked, like medieval praying mantises.
It’s Thursday afternoon and Forres town hall is booming.
A gaggle of mainly middle-aged faces bellow from behind a series of grotesque masks. Their chests are puffed out, feet spread wide as they strut and shuffle from side to side. Limbs are arched and crooked, like medieval praying mantises.