However, meeting great people and going to sleep 2 hours before the 8am wake-up call by live bagpipes does not a good blogger make. So in the meantime:
On Sunday we got to dance at Bothwell Castle, which dates from the mid thirteenth century. That was very, very, cool. One of the things I love about the type of dance I do (here and in the states) is that you become immersed not only in something really fun but in a tradition that's been around for a long time. There's something especially magical about attending a ball, and doing the same dances, in a town hall where dances were held during the Civil War...or dancing in the ruins of a thirteenth century castle, doing the modern evolution of dances that have been a part of the social life here for centuries.
Also, it was just a blast!
Ok, I promise I'm done being melodramatic now. Here we are in the castle grounds where we danced. I'm wearing a white shirt and red mini kilt, just right of center.
Real post tomorrow. There were waterfalls.
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