On the 26th I was persuaded to go to a ceilidh up in Dundee. I don't usually travel distances for dances, and I am usually able to fall back on the excuse of having work the next morning. But as I had this week off work, no such crutches were available.
So I went. It was a mixture of modern music (and dancing) and ceilidh dancing. I didn't really participate in the modern stuff, but I'm pretty sure I danced every ceilidh dance!
|Before the dance: doing our hair and playing with my camera phone.|
|Mercy & Ijeoma.|
|Rachel and Dovile.|
|Being silly - pretending to fight over some of Ijeoma's Nigerian money.|
|Mercy & me.|
|More messing about: Stephen (who gave us a lift) pretending to give us all a rose.|
|Left to right: Me, Mercy, Ijeoma, Rachel & Dovile.|