Dancin’ – 8 November 2025

We were dancing again at Brookfield.

Thankfully the heating was on today. Not to warm us up, though, it was to heat up the discussion room for the bowlers who were having their AGM or some other get together. We just benefitted from their excess heat.

First dance was the inevitable House of Bamboo. Thankfully we only did one round of it. Personally I don’t see the fascination of this old song, originally by Andy Williams in 1958. Heavens! that was almost as old as me! With that put back in its box for another couple of weeks, our first ‘real’ dance was The Christmas Waltz, also know by its other names, The Spring Waltz, The Summer Waltz, etc. It took a while, but it did eventually work its way into my little grey cells, and by about an hour it was almost there. It is actually quite a comfortable dance.

Next was a couple of sequence dances to give us a break from Christmas dances before we plunged into the Foxtrot we’ve been learning for a while. We were completing it today, by adding the final section. It, too, is starting to gel in my head. Mainly because we really like the foxtrot and feel comfortable dancing it.

A couple of sequence dances finished off today’s class and we were allowed to leave. No dance class next Saturday, because the autumn class is in The Salutation in Perth and we’re not going. Too much other stuff going on.

Back home and after solving the puzzles, I chose to go for a walk in St Mo’s. The light was quite good, but nothing exceptional. However, I did get a PoD which is a Crane Fly hanging on to a reed in the wilderness area behind St Mo’s school. Some work was done on it and I’m happy with the result.

Chicken Cacciatore for dinner tonight then we watched Strictly which is becoming a bore. Some of the dances and dancers are quite good, but most are professional dancers. As the days drag on the real professionals will become installed as the ones to beat and the remainder, the amateurs will fall by the wayside. It’s becoming very formulaic.

No plans for tomorrow.

 

Blood Thirsty – 3 November 2025

Out in the morning to give some of my precious blood.

Just a little dribble or two to keep the doc amused and to give her a chance to give me more meds. Spent about half an hour with the phlebotomist discussing the good and the bad aspects of cruising. I think she was just hoping we’d been to some new places to go sailing. I also think she wasn’t really interested in our fairly downmarket ships and destinations.

It was a dull day and we didn’t do much. For the first time in ages I didn’t do a PoD. I left it too late to go out looking for photos and with night closing in quicker these days, I decided I’d leave it to another, hopefully more interesting day tomorrow. I know I could have fudged it, but instead we went dancing in Kirsty’s class and learned a new waltz routine.

Here’s another view of a holiday destination instead. If you look directly below the cable car on the right, you’ll see the almost complete Sagrada Familia.

Tomorrow it will be a better day.

White Rabbits (x3) – 1 November 2025

As usual on Saturday we went dancing at Brookfield.

Today’s lesson was a Slow Foxtrot. After a few dummy runs, following the teacher in a fairly busy class, we actually worked our way through the routine with out a mistake. I was amazed, Scamp was impressed and Jane, the teacher was delighted. I don’t know what stars were aligned, but as far as I was concerned, they were the right ones!

With the at least one dance under our belt, we went into an, as yet unnamed, Cha Cha that we almost managed to get right. Finally we added on a White City Waltz and that completed a fairly satisfactory first lesson in a long while.

Driving home was a bit of a nightmare. Heavy rain and cars everywhere and I chose the wrong lane to be in. If I’d stuck to the Kingston Bridge route I’d have been home in half the time, but I didn’t, I chose the longer M74/M73, You places your bets and you takes your chances!

PoD was a low view of some dried up flowers with some golden light on a tree in the background. Still got that lovely autumn light.

Tomorrow we may go out for a walk.

Dancin’ – 2 October 2025

It was another wet autumn morning with a loads of clouds.

Spoke to Hazy in the morning and found out what’s going on down south, or “Dahn Sarf” as my old pal Ray would say. We talked for a while and never once mentioned books! That’s a bit strange, but here is what I was going to tell you Hazy. I’ve must started ‘Babycakes’ by Armistead Maupin. Not very far into it yet, but enjoying (maybe that’s the wrong word) it so far. It’s a long time since I’ve read his books. Just thought I should mention that. After we had finished blethering and said our ‘Cheerios’I took a drive up to the doc’s.

I had to drop some samples off and arrange a blood test. Then I drove home via M&S to get some sweet things for Scamp. She got a Raspberry Cheesecake Cookie and I had a Chocolate and Hazelnut Cookie. Actually both of them survived until we returned from Tea Dance! Sorry Hazy, I’d imagine they both had eggs and other contraindicated things in them.

We were almost late getting to Glenburn for the Tea Dance. Pesky roadworks again. No diversion signs, just ROAD CLOSED. Not the most helpful signs. We did find our way round the labyrinth that encloses Glenburn by following our noses. A much bigger group today. Lots of ‘Weel Kent Faces’. Ones who we hadn’t seen since the spring. All coming back because the heating was on in the hall perhaps?

It was a bit of a lacklustre dance. Not quite as good as we were hoping for, but Scamp sat and talked to Carol and I sat and talked to David, her husband. We did dance almost all the dances that were thrown at us, some of them were variations on the real dances, but they were close to what we were trying to do. We left just a wee bit early hoping to miss the traffic jams getting out through Glasgow, but I chose the wrong lane and we ended up taking almost an hour to crawl over the Kingston Bridge and eventually got out of first and second gear.

That was about it for today. Driving through the rain was the theme. I didn’t really get a chance to take any photos. PoD went to Mrs Salt & Mr Pepper who were sitting on the table looking a bit lost. I think getting their photos taken brightened their day.

I might have to take some ill fitting clothes back to M&S at The Fort tomorrow and Scamp may meet Shona for a blether.

Fantasy Land – 29 September 2025

Today we drove into Glasgow to do some shopping, but when we turned the corner in what was George Square we were transported to the late 1800s

I get really fed up with the media moguls attempting to make Glasgow look like something else. Something American. Why don’t they make their fantasy America in America? Why choose a Scottish city? Half the centre of the city is being dug up or pulled down, now they want to rebuild it as something it isn’t. Grrr!

We walked down to M&S looking for a pair of trousers for me and some other things for Scamp. When we came out it was raining. This was September Weekend, a Scottish holiday, so you expect the rain. I remember my mum and dad taking me to Ayr on September weekend one day a long time ago. I needed a slide rule for going to college and I was sure I could get one in a big shop in Ayr. There wasn’t such a thing as a calculator in those days, let alone a laptop. I still have that slide rule somewhere. I must look for it some day, although I don’t think I could work out how to use it now.

Anyway, back in 2025, we walked along to Waterstones on Argyle Street where I used up a book token I’d had since Christmas and got the latest Slow Horses book. We had lunch there too, because Scamp remembered the toasted sandwiches were very good. Then we fought our way into an HSBC bank at the bottom of Buchanan Street. I thought I had been spirited away to the far east, because almost everyone in the queue was either Japanese, Chinese or Korean and to paraphrase Tom Waits “… and no one speaks English …”. Then Scamp explained that as well as being September Weekend, it was also the start of the University intake. Suddenly all was clear.

We drove home, still in the rain and I grabbed a few shots in the garden to supplement the couple I’d taken in Glasgow, but it was one of the Glasgow photos that got PoD. It’s a hand cart pretending it’s from the late 1800s.

We went dancing in Kirsty’s class, Waltz for a change. Only Andy and his wife plus us, so not a gigantic class. For the third, or is the fourth time recently, I thoroughly enjoyed waltzing round the floor. Great fun Kirsty, all is forgiven.

No plans for tomorrow yet.

 

Dancin’ – 20 September 2025

A much smaller class than we are used to.

Only three couples plus one solo dancer without a partner. She danced with Stewart.

I was a bit apprehensive about today. I’d heard all sorts of warnings about half-hour waits and queues of traffic due to extensive roadwork on the M8. As usual they were magnified out of all proportion. Yes there were roadworks, but only for a few miles. Nothing we hadn’t seen before.
Yes, there were road restrictions, but nobody had to wait in a queue. Just the powers that be trying to terrify us.

As a result of the poor attendance, the lesson was reduced from 90 minutes to 60 minutes. The class started with Tina Tango to Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shivers’. Then we went in to a quickstep, the Cameron Quickstep which we’d learned months, if not, years ago. With the help of Scamp and Muscle Memory, I managed to get round the hall fairly easily, if not elegantly. I do hope they repeat the lesson next week, because, with a bit more help from Scamp I’m sure I could master this one.

Stewart asked for suggestions of sequence dances that we’d like to go over in the second half hour. Queen of Hearts rumba was favourite for a reprise and after that the New Vogue Waltz finished of the main lessons. However, Stewart wanted to finish with House of Bamboo which I stumble through, but am beginning to remember bits of, just not in the correct order.

With that we were free to go. Again I expected more carnage on the drive home, but it was actually quite clear with everyone behaving themselves. I wish all the dance classes were as enjoyable as today’s.

Back home I should have been going out for a walk, but instead I got stuck in the puzzles again. They are quite addictive. Later in the afternoon I did manage a walk round St Mo’s and today’s PoD came from that walk. Just a bunch of Hawthorn berries hanging from a branch after a rain shower. I really must get out of the rut and walk further afield in these shortening days. Maybe tomorrow.

Dinner tonight was Fish & Chips x 2. Nice and easy and nobody needs to cook.

Tomorrow, maybe that walk.

Dancin’ – 18 September 2025

Out to Glenburn for a Tea Dance, the first in ages.

I struggled with the Sony A7c’s internal workings, attempting to make sense of the new system for allocating the twelve items I use most often. I finally got what I wanted and it does work quite logically so I’ll stick to it for a while until I’ve filled in all twelve boxes. That and the inevitable Wordle took up most of my morning. I think it took up almost all of Scamp’s time too. After a quick shower it was time to get ready for today’s dance, and I was looking forward to it for a change.

A fairly busy drive over to Glenburn and we were almost late comers. Thankfully there were a few stragglers arriving later than us, so we didn’t get a telling off or even worse Stewart’s well worn comment “You can’t just Waltz in here at any time, you know.” It really should have a “Boom Boom!” at the end.

The afternoon started with a waltz, as usual. Also, as usual, I made a bit of a mess of the first track. However, by the time we’d completed the second track, Waltz Nioli was again firmly in my repertoire. The next track was a Cha-Cha I think. It’s hard to keep a record of what we did in what order, but if it wasn’t the Cha-Cha, it was a Quickstep. All the right dances, but not necessarily in the correct order. Again, as usual, Stewart inserted a few sequence dances to encourage some folk on to the floor. We didn’t really need the encouragement, we were there to dance and would dance almost anything.

Tea time came quite quickly and Scamp was annoyed that the two other blokes at our table didn’t include me in their conversation. I wasn’t really bothered, they were just arseholes anyway. See, Hazy I can swear in the blog too!

The formula for the second half of the dance hasn’t changed in the past year or so, it’s always a very few Ballroom and Latin dances linked with a collection of Sequence dances. I used to call Sequence “Dancing for the Dead”, but now I realise the repetition in these dances actually keeps them fresh in your memory, especially the complicated sequences. It’s quite a clever way to memorise them.

I was keeping a watchful eye on the clock because we like to get away early most weeks, to avoid the school kids. We were a bit later today and the road was almost clear all the way to Cumbersheugh by the M8/M74/M73.

Back home I walked over to St Mo’s to try to get some low camera shots with the new toy, but the light was beginning to fade as the big black clouds rolled in. I did manage a few and the best of a bad lot was the low viewpoint shot of some fallen leaves on The Path. It’s always good for fallen leaves later in the autumn. It just filled a space today.

Dinner was a baked potato and prawns with Marie Rose Sauce (ie tomato ketchup mixed with mayonnaise).

For the first time in ages I thoroughly enjoyed the dancin’ today. We must do it again some time. Scamp is intending to go to FitSteps tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll find something to fill my time.

Out and about – 8 September 2025

An early rise this morning to see Jamie and Simonne safely on their way back home.

It was a flying visit, but it was great to see them for a couple of days. Good to hear that the boys (and the girls) were all well and grown up now. I don’t think we would recognise them after all this time.

We wandered around the house feeling like lost threads. Scamp put the fold-down bed away and I put all the glasses away. Still there was a whole day ahead and no real plans for it. I suggested we go to the Kelpies and use them to recharge our energy. Scamp agreed. Also, we could take a look in at Klondyke Garden Centre when we were there anyway. That sealed it. We were going to Helix Park where the Kelpies live.

Drove over almost to Grangemouth and paid our £4.50 to park, then as we were walking on to the beasts themselves, I saw a new view of these mighty magical horses. Two heads were rising above a grassy bank that made the statues look even bigger than they usually do. I took a couple of shots anyway and we walked over to see the Kelpies.

The park was mobbed, quite the busiest we’ve seen it in years. We did the usual walk round and between these metal creatures. Unfortunately the wind was from the west today and the smell from the sewage works was almost overpowering. We didn’t tarry long and walked back to the wee restaurant for a cup of coffee and a chocolate biscuit each. We agreed there was just too big a crowd today and drove over to Klondyke to search out a bargain or two among the plants. Once Scamp had chosen her selection of bulbs from the vast selection, and I had picked up a fairly healthy looking Acer at a knock down price, they all went into the boot of the blue car and we went to search out some food.

I’m not usually impressed with garden centre food, but today’s Steak Burger was an eye opener. Best one I’ve had in ages. Scamp had a Mushroom Quiche and I had that brilliant burger.

We drove home and I planted the Acer while Scamp was going round dead-heading some of the fading flowers.

Kirsty’s class today was Cha-Cha. I wasn’t impressed. I used to say Cha-Cha was my most hated dance. I thought I was over it, but today, with the noise from the ghetto blaster and Kirsty shouting over the top of it, none of the instructions were going in to my head. She (Kirsty) wants to do another session next week. That gives me almost seven days to make up an excuse not to go.

When we got home there was a message from Jamie & Simonne to say they had arrived safely after a fairly easy drive. Glad they had an easy day for a change.

PoD went to the picture of the Kelpies looking over that grassy bank.

No plans for tomorrow … yet!

Dancin’ – 30 August 2025

Back to dancing on a Saturday morning. At last!

We drove through fairly heavy traffic for a Saturday morning and found a very busy dance floor in Brookfield. Lots of faces I’d seen at Evening Socials as well as the occasional Tea Dance.

Today’s recipe was Dancing Tango to Shivers, just to warm us up, then the despicable House of Bamboo which I can now stagger round the floor at, then it was into Real Dancin’. That means Waltz. I admit I have difficulty seeing the actual Waltz in these compositions of Jane’s. This one floored me until I started listening to Scamp’s descriptions, then it began to filter through my head enough for me to direct my feet to, if not the sunny side of the street, at least the right place on the dance floor. With that said, I don’t think I’ll be adding that ‘waltz’ to my dance repertoire any time soon.

I think it was a wee bit of fluff next before we headed into the second serious dance of the morning, the Cha-Cha. I did almost manage to catch up with moves, most of which I could remember from previous Cha-Cha sessions. It was a middle range dance. By which I mean it wasn’t as embarrassing as the House of Bamboo, nor as difficult as the Waltz. It wasn’t all that fast, certainly not as fast as I’ve seen it danced. After all, it was a Latin dance and most of them are fast. A couple of short sequence dances and we were done for the day. No dance next week because the teachers are off on a week’s holiday.

Drove home through three lanes of crawling traffic cursing my change of direction until we saw the length of the queue for the Kingston Bridge, then I didn’t feel so foolish, because I’d chosen the M74/M73 as my chosen route.

Stopped at M&S for lunch supplies and then parked the car and watched the rain falling. The later it was, the heavier the rain. I gave up on the idea of taking an outside photo, then decided that if I wrapped the A6500 in cling wrap, I could get a few photos of the apple tree in the garden without getting it wet. Me? Yes, I was wet, but as someone said, we have waterproof skin!

Watched the Dutch qualification for tomorrow’s GP. Nice to see some crazy driving again.

PoD was one of the photos from the cling wrapped A6500, with some raindrops on the fruit.

May go out somewhere tomorrow if the weather plays nice which is unlikely according to the weather fairies.

Looking for plant pots – 25 August 2025

Out looking for plant pots and came home with a chicken.

We slept last night with just a duvet cover on top of us. Too warm for the actual duvet itself, so the cover provided all the warmth we needed. The weather is due to break in the next few days according to the weather fairies, hopefully that will mean that the weather will return to real Scottish weather. Cold and wet.

Scamp was looking for half a dozen plant pots for the back garden, so we drove to Torwood Garden Centre to source some. A lot of the plant pots we have have suffered in the recent weather. The pots being plastic are easily damaged by bright light. It makes them brittle and it won’t be the first time I’ve picked up a pot and had the bottom fall out of it and be left with just the rim in my hands. Like everything, plastic doesn’t last for ever.

We found exactly the pots Scamp wanted almost right away, so I volunteered to get a trolley because I just knew by the look in her eye that more things would be going into that trolley before the day was through, and I was right. A raspberry bush, pansies, wallflowers some black kale plants, a pot of heather and a chicken. All went into the trolley along with lots of other things.

Once we got them all into places in the boot and the back seat of the car, we went for cup of coffee for me and peppermint tea for Scamp. Then we shared a tipsy cake, tipsy in name only I think because this was a No Alcohol tipsy cake. I’m sure tipsy cakes used to have a distinct whiff of alcohol about them, or maybe I was dreaming.

Drove home via a narrow road just outside Haggs. I wanted to get some photos of the Forth & Clyde canal from one of the locks. I got the shot, but the real interest was a red tractor in a field next to the canal being loaded up with hay bales, presumably for silage. The bloke who was driving the tractor, was also carting the bales onto a low loader with a forklift attachment to the tractor. The light was constantly changing and I duly took around twenty shots from different angles and in different lights. That gave me some photos to turn into a PoD. I was really quite taken with them.

Back home and with the pots, flowers and of course the chicken safely unloaded, it was nearly time for Kirsty’s dance class.

Today was part 4, the final part of the rumba routine. This was the most complicated part so far, but by the end of the hour I was beginning to see how it hung together with parts 1 – 3.

Tomorrow I have a phone consultation with a doctor from the health centre to see how I’m getting on with my two lots of iron tablets.

The chicken has been named Crazy Chicken and is 100% ceramic! It lives in the back garden under some bushes.