Then some people filed off to be fed, and after helping to put the sound stuff scattered round the chapel, a group of us filed off for an alternative dinner plan in the cafe bit (I'm not sure I can call it a restaurant) above Gardies. Here I met Benedict for the first time, who's a wonderfully grave little chap. I confess that I fell into the guise of the deliberately misunderstanding adult a little to easily, but it was easily worthwhile for the explaination of why you had to have a car and couldn't stick with a bicycle in the Sims, namely "they're Americans".
Thence onto the Ceilidh, which was great fun, not least because there were a goodly number of people that I knew, and because there were enough people there who wanted to dance that partners were always easy to find (although this might have been partly because there was a sufficiency of people I knew). And the people I danced with were universally pretty, good dancers or fun to be with, and a lot were all three. *bounce*. I really should have another attempt to find a regular Ceilidh like thing to go to. Anyone here know of one near to Windsor?