Scottish Ballet

It was treacherously icy this morning and after a few metres into my walk to the car for yoga I turned back. I had a companionable coffee with E instead.
By lunchtime it was just about safe if you walked either in the road or on grass and I made it into the town to see a matinee performance of The Snow Queen, it should have been Matthew Bourne’s The Red Shoes in May 2020. I was close enough to the orchestra to exchange greetings with the Company pianist who is one of my neighbours.
A glorious production with two fine wolves.