But only dancin’ in the morning.
Tonight there was a dance in Brookfield in the evening, but we were restricting ourselves to only dancing in the class in the morning.
We started with a couple of waltzes, a White City Waltz and the Four Season Waltz. Both fairly easy, but still with some rough corners to rub off. Next was a Quickstep which I struggled with until Scamp explained that it wasn’t as difficult as I was making it. As usual I was getting myself in a knot. One of my problems is that I am the photographer. When there is a new sequence dance to learn or a ballroom or latin dance, in fact, any dance with a demo, I’m the one who films it and then the two of us can share it. The downside of this helpful bit of tech is that I don’t really watch the dance as it’s being done, I’m too busy getting a decent film made of it. That means when we “couple up” I have no idea what comes first, what foot I’m on and which direction I’m going. Well, that’s my excuse anyway. Eventually I did come to grips with most of the first part of the dance. Strangely, the quickstep is one of the dances we both like and one of the dances we’d like to become better at, but it never works out for some reason.
Anyway, after a while we started on some more sequence dances to finish off the class and the pressure eased considerably.
Drove home via the Kingston Bridge and traffic while not being in danger of breaking the speed limit of 50mph, was moving quite steadily for a change and we made good time. Drove to Tesco for bread and milk and then stopped for jam doughnuts at M&S. Awful jam doughnuts. I’ve a good mind to take them down to the shop and ask them to eat one, just to see how disgusting they were.
Back home I got PoD which is Schoolgirl flowering outside the front window. Taken through the window, the quality is surprisingly good. I wanted a shot of it and of my giant sunflower which is growing in the raised bed and is well over 2m tall with one flower that for some cantankerous reason points away from the garden! I thought it would be a good idea to photograph them before the first named storm of the season, Ashley blunders in. I hate strong winds.
Watched Strictly in the evening and tried to spot the dummy who would be leaving tomorrow. Dinner came from Golden Bowl, because nobody wanted to cook.
Today’s prompt for Inktober was ‘Ridge’. I don’t suppose this is technically a ridge, but it is a fair representation of Ben Bodach on Skye with the smaller Ben Cailleach in the background. The names sound authentic, but a Bodach is an old man in Gaelic and a Cailleach is an old woman. Who’s going to tell?
Tomorrow Storm Ashley visits us. It may be hang on to your hats time.