On Friday we drove to Perth in the early afternoon to park the car for a few days while we sauntered off to do some serious dancing. Three days dancing, in the oldest, creakiest hotel in Perth. We’d been there before many times, and knew what it was like, but we chose to ignore the surroundings and just dance.
Saturday was a repeat of Friday with more dancing, but with the addition of posh dresses for the ladies and Evening Suits for the men in the evening. Still the same madness with the addition of a ‘new’ dance to learn and practise. Towards the end of Saturday it began to feel like “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?” A 1969 film about a disparate group of individuals desperate to win a Depression-era dance marathon. The only differences between it and us was that there was no prize and we could leave whenever we wanted and go to bed.
Sunday morning was my least favourite, the one hour dance class, where everyone is enthusiastic to begin with, but, as the hour ticks away, people drift away and say their goodbyes. It’s a bit sad.
We drove home through some really heavy rain showers, but arrived in a dry Cumbersheugh after three long days.
Today was a day of rest after a fashion, but we also had a consultation with a solicitor to finalise some details of legal issues. I think we were both happy with the end result.
Back home I went for a walk in St Mo’s and got a couple of decent photos. My favourite, and PoD, was a pair of delicate looking Aquilegia plants resting against a wall. The previous three days worth of PoDs are available for perusal in the usual place.
Tomorrow I’m hoping we will have a real rest day!