The Two Potters

A grand road trip with Colin to Crieff to rendezvous with Donald at a Wedding.
Only a mildly sprained ankle, a lost hand bag and car keys (not mine!), a snowstorm and a dubious ice hill car park exit to mention. Just a smidgen late for work (not bad considering the free bar)
Oh and the tunes and the dancing. Hurray for dancing. There were some good solid men there who could birl a girl with ease and grace. Makes me feel like a bird. And Twa Craws wonderous freestyling. A man who dances to his own tune! Beat-what beat? Actually we did dance to one of his songs. Huh.

A very generous wedding party indeed.

Bumped into some old aquaintences too playing some lovely tunes. Funny how folks flit in and out of life.