Greyduster, when I first moved to Suffolk(and was a bit desperate) a friend encouraged me to join the local Morris dancing group! It was hard work dancing in clogs on concrete, and eventually I gave it up due to my knees being made worse. As you say, it was also hard learning the steps, and many a time we dissolved into laughter and mayhem as someone got it wrong and chaos ensued.
My husband thought they were all weird (men wearing hats covered in flowers etc) and he may be right. Still it was fun dancing out on a summers afternoon outside a remote rural pub somewhere.I saw Suffolk villages I never knew existed.