Did someone mention a ceilidh? Woohoo!! Always up for a bit of dancing.I blame (thank) my parents for my love of folk music; they used to drag me and my siblings along to concerts by the Corries in Ayr town hall. I also remember at the age of five being taken to a ceilidh in a tin shack on Skye; hardly saw a soul during the week, but come the Saturday night hundreds of folk arrived out of nowhere and crammed into this tiny hall. Magic!!
Good news, the barman's just found a bottle of 25 year old Ardbeg.
Jock