Posted in Dancing, Village Life on 17 August, 2007 | 6 Comments »
We carried the last table into the corner of the field, and then went back for the benches. The rock band playing in front of the Salle des fêtes was in full flow and hundreds of people milled around drinking beer, enjoying the bank holiday and warm weather. I was amazed that a village of [...]
Posted in Dancing on 13 May, 2007 | 3 Comments »
I was still berating myself for having agreed to it, as the gate of the psychiatric hospital swung shut behind me.
It was the first time that I would line dance in public and I was not sure if my white knuckled grip of the steering wheel was due to fear about forgetting my steps, or [...]
Posted in Dancing on 16 March, 2007 | 4 Comments »
As I go into my weekly line dancing class, I notice that everyone is gathered around the laptop watching the recording of one of our latest lessons. Line dancing has hit the Alps in a big way. It has also hit me like one of my husband’s tractors – an essential fix of hillbillyness that [...]
Posted in Dancing on 12 January, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Anyone who has ever taken dancing lessons will know that dancing with other people is an occupational hazard. I adore our lessons and go with my husband, but we are invariably obliged to change partners to practise the different moves. I brace myself before moving on down the line, knowing in advance which men will [...]
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