Not the best photo but the one that records the gathering. This is the event that dragged us into the flatness east of Kettering.
Getting on for (mumble) years ago I was subsumed into the university folk dance society. I'm not wholly sure how that happened but I am sure someone called Steve was instrumental. The result? A great bunch of housemates and long-lasting friendships and an activity that led to a number of marriages, including ours.
It being (cough) years ago it's time for another flurry of Significant Birthdays and Cath had incorporated something of a folk dancers reunion into hers, and it was excellent: catching up with old friends and discovering the dance pattern brain cells were not wholly dead even if the knees whinged a bit after the Dorset Four Hand Reel.
A slightly worrying number of those in the photo have a close and personal association with one house in Norton Street, Old Trafford.
Earlier in the day we'd caught up with various past colleagues and had a quick inspection of the large housing development that E had had a hand in constraining.