Saturday night, beach party night! An unexpected invite to another village’s gala night. Now anyone who knows me will know my feelings on the village gala nights round here. It’s always kilts and cailidh at our village and way too many kiddies rampaging about, dreadful music and overhead lighting that would make the average operating theatre look poorly lit.
Dress code – Beach wear. Well in Scotland the best beach wear is wellies and waterproofs! Not this night.
So there wasn’t a huge deal of enthusiasm going on for this little caper. Wow was I wrong footed. the night was a blast. The village hall was decked out in palm trees, beach balls, blow up sharks (!), fairy lights et al. Even the tables had sandcastle buckets for candle holders, masks and snorkles and buckets and spades.
Everyone was in holiday garb, not a kilt or sporran in sight (what joy!), I even put on heels for the occasion (yes me in heels for the first time in YEARS – lets remember those foot ops!).
There was prizes, competitions, raffles, all sorts of fun. Dance demos of LeRock which looked amazing and rather a lot of booze.
Brilliant night, knocked our village into a cocked hat. These people really went all out to make their Gala Dance a major event, there was nothing half hearted or lacklustre. Everyone dressed the part, from sarongs to sandals, shorts to straw hats. Sun glasses were definatey the order of the day.
Have to say a huge thanks to Isabel and Ali for taking me along. Tho’ I have to admit I was muttering about them a bit next morning when I was dragging myself along the side of the Clyde with Phoebe trying to stay upright and stop my legs from buckling.
Life’s a beach!