Many of my future shares will be of the photos taken at the Scottish Festival we attended a few weeks ago. We took dozens and dozens, enough to last us through the winter months, on days when the weather may keep us inside the house. That's thinking ahead, even though I have to be honest the thought only came to me after I was wading through them all the next day. "Goodness", said I to my also photo-taking husband, "We took so many photos these will take us all through the winter!" Yes, I wasn't in the Girl Guides for a whole six weeks for nothing. Only six weeks you say? Well, they wanted to drag me off on a camping trip and at that age I wasn't prepared to deal with the great outdoors, but then that's a story for another day.
One of these photos was of two small children learning how to dance a Scottish Fling. It was one of the most endearing sights to see all these youngsters having a good time. There was a large group standing in a circle all holding hands and I couldn't resist taking a few shots.
There's nothing so gentle
Nothing so mild
Nothing so kind
As the hands of a child.