Eyeing the cake ...

It’s never easy to pin down my grandchildren for a group photo, even on the few occasions when they - and I - all manage to be in the same room ... the same city ... the same country. But here they are, at a family post-wedding ceilidh, eyeing the wonderful post-wedding cake in the guise of a couple of giant Tunnock’s tea-cakes. Fuelled by this and the rest of a substantial supper we danced till almost midnight, with all but one gaining in enthusiasm and expertise as the night went on.

As for me, I may not survive. My feet are killing me and strange aches are already surfacing. Did enjoy it, though...