The Nortoni

Not the best photo but the one that records the gathering.  This is the event that dragged us into the flatness east of Kettering.

Getting on for (mumble) years ago I was subsumed into the university folk dance society.  I'm not wholly sure how that happened but I am sure someone called Steve was instrumental.  The result?  A great bunch of housemates and long-lasting friendships and an activity that led to a number of marriages, including ours.

It being (cough) years ago it's time for another flurry of Significant Birthdays and Cath had incorporated something of a folk dancers reunion into hers, and it was excellent: catching up with old friends and discovering the dance pattern brain cells were not wholly dead even if the knees whinged a bit after the Dorset Four Hand Reel.

A slightly worrying number of those in the photo have a close and personal association with one house in Norton Street, Old Trafford.

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Earlier in the day we'd caught up with various past colleagues and had a quick inspection of the large housing development that E had had a hand in constraining.