Turning

Some of the rowan trees on the Common have already lost their leaves; others are still turning gold and red...

To a ceilidh this evening. Great - dancing, lets go! Having arranged our tickets, we arrived just before the advertised start time, 7.30pm, and thought we must be in the wrong room, set for a private function - no band, no music - just tables with tablecloths and cutlery. Wrong - we were duly shown to our allotted table where we sat with 4 other people, 3 of whom were as bemused as us! On the adverts, it had said 'bring your own supper, drinks at the bar', but failed to mention that the first 90 minutes were set aside for supper - and some people had brought three-course meals! We had taken snacks! When the band eventually arrived at 9.00pm, they had an accordion malfunction, so the dancing was delayed a while more and, then, it turned out to be a Scottish-style ceilidh, with no calling! Interesting, but turned out to be fun! And a new ceilidh dance was born - as our set failed to master one of the dances, our own version evolved, a circular (fast and furious) strip the willow!