Drove to Perth in brilliant sunshine.
We set off at 9am and arrived at the car park neat The Salutation Hotel almost exactly an hour later. Parked on the ground floor for the first time ever and found our room was on the third floor. Scamp asked if there was a room on a lower floor. We’d been given a top floor room before and remembered the water dripping from the shower head when the shower was set to full. We didn’t want that again. Thankfully the girl on reception found us a smaller room on the ground floor. Great we shall be washed!
Met the rest of the dancers at our table, all of whom we’d met somewhere before and were introduced to our lesson for today, Rona’s Rumba. There were fewer dancers than there had been last year, although that was in November 2024 and this was a hot May 2025. The temperature was maybe the difference. In the bigger parties, the teachers usually split the class into two and teach the lesson to one half of the class at a time, then the groups are reversed. This time everyone was on the floor at the same time and it was a bit chaotic.
In the afternoon we bought some sandwiches and two wee bottles of orange juice then found a vacant bench in the park and had a picnic. It was great sitting in the sun watching the world go by.
Now that we’d been fed and watered, we went to the Bean Shop and I bought a couple of bags of coffee beans and a bag of Ceylon decaf tea. It’s the one decaf tea I can say honestly tastes like real tea.
It was so hot we had to stop and have drink before we went on to the creaky old Salutation and got dressed properly for the Dancin’.
Food was quite good in the hotel and although I did lose a knife somewhere, that was the only problem this time. It has been much worse in the past.
There was a little fly in the ointment. Obnoxious wee man tried to lower the tone of the night, but a few smiles between Scamp and I and some sarcastic comments by me were all that were needed for him to leave in a huff! I felt sorry for his wife, but now I know why she calls him Grumpy!
Danced to almost everything in the evening and lasted until the last two dances were called, then made our way back to the room.
PoD was a shot of four men. Two were real and two were manmade … or, was that an oxymoron? Actually the guitarist busker was really good, with a nice line in clever dialog. I gave him two quid!
Tomorrow we may be dancing again after breakfast. It’s a hard life, this dancing business.