Time to Ceilidh

So a few weeks ago now me and Rach got a real cultural Scottish experience and a bit of a knees up. Which they call a ceilidh, pronounced kay-leigh (i don't get it either). It was a fund raiser of some sort but I was mainly there to get some proper haggis. Mmmmmm mmm random meat minced up and cooked in a sheep’s stomach, yum!!

Bit of a surprise when we got there, as it was in a church hall and you had to start dancing straight away. Not even the robot or anything cool like that but folk dancing??!!!?!?!? So while the Gay Gordon’s was playing we warmed up with some £1 pints and wines.

Eventually after and bit of false confidence and jeering we got up and joined the rest of them on the floor.

Half way through the dinner was served, Paper plates and Mush. Well Haggis, Neeps (mashed parsnip) and tatties (mashed potatoes). It might not have looked very appetizing but tasted really good (I’ve even had it a few times since). Rach had the lighter veggie haggis, a bit nutty but still good. We'd Highly recommend you get some.

But the dinner was not to last as it was time to get our dancing shoes back on and see out the night. Of course everyone was getting a bit merry by this time and most of the dances were turning into a bit of a mess, especially the Flying Scotsman which was a mix between bull rush and river dance.

Then right at the end everyone held hands it a big circle and sang 'Auld Lang Syne' and in the chorus the two sides of the hall ran at each other, these Scottish are as nuts as their haggis.

But these things are not to last as at a bit past 12 we had to clean up the place and put away the tables for Sunday school the next morning.