Out early today for a short class at Brookfield.
Although it was a wrench, getting up at about 8.30am on a Saturday, it was worth it to drive out to Brookfield on a fairly quiet M8. We arrived about then minutes early on a bright sunny morning to find that everyone was there before us.
A Square Tango was the warm-up. Scamp tells me she learned it at school. We didn’t have any of that foreign muck in Larky. We danced real dances like the Military Two Step and, well, that was it, as far as I can remember. When we were sufficiently warmed up, we started on the Foxtrot. Scamp and I have been practising it all week in the rearranged living room. I’m glad to say that all that effort was not in vain. We gave a good account of ourselves on the Brookfield dance floor. We even added the Continuous Hover Cross and a Telemark Turn (don’t ask, I haven’t a clue what it is) to the end of our routine. We were feeling quite pleased with ourselves.
Then Stewart added a Barmoral Blues to the sequence dances. It has become my most hated dance of all time. I don’t know why, but it’s something to do with the individual pieces not gelling properly. It’s as if it’s been designed by a committee, each person with their favourite figure and each one determined to fit it into the sequence somewhere … anywhere! It just doesn’t work for me, and I’m not alone for once. It seems that Jane is not a fan or it either. Scamp just says “It’s alright.” A couple more sequence dances and we were done. A hard won hour, but for once, I felt a bit left down with just an hour’s class after we’d been practising all week. It almost felt like we were back in Michael’s class. Almost, but not quite.
We drove home and discussed what to do with the rest of the day over tea and toast. Scamp suggested soup for dinner, Just Soup. I agreed. We needed veg to make it and I offered to drive to Stirling, have coffee and a bite to eat there and go shopping in Waitrose. There being no better offers, that’s what we did.
On the way back, I took a detour out to Haggs and while Scamp read her magazine, I went along the canal and took some photos of the cloud reflections on the Forth & Clyde canal. One of them made PoD.
Scamp made the Just Soup and it was excellent. It will be even better tomorrow, once it’s matured. After dinner we watched the film Paddington. Just good fun entertainment where the goodies won and the evil baddie was vanquished.
No plans for tomorrow as yet, but it’s getting colder now. We even had the heating on tonight and to hell with the expense!