The conversation quickly turned from food to midges and – given Katie’s recent sojourn in New Zealand – to the dreaded sand fly. Apparently these are virtually indestructible and they just laugh in your face when you try to squash them. Dave’s ancestral lineage was becoming apparent.
Saturday evening continued with a fantastic, exotic meal of ramen cooked by Nic, built on a foundation of ginger, garlic and shallots, prepared by her internationally-acclaimed team of sous-chefs. Eggs were optional. The world’s best chocolate mousse finished things off. (Thanks Susan!)
A cunning plan was hatched to destroy the indestructible. Dave was plied with red wine, chased down with several gallons of cask-strength Talisker and Glenfarclas. Susan then produced her accordion and delighted us with a series of beautifully-played, traditional Scottish tunes. Some way into the concert, she introduced her avant-garde rhythm section in the form of Andy, who enthusiastically thrashed out a beat on the kitchen table in loose 13/7 time. Susan admirably soldiered on in more traditional 4/4 time.
The trip Health and Safety Officer provided a lengthy dynamic risk assessment and, after a nervous wait for its approval, the go-ahead was given for dancing to proceed. The team of expert dancers finally took to the floor and, thanks to the extensive paperwork, no one stumbled into the wood-burning stove and no toes were stood upon. Zero Harm.