Wearing the kilt

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A Scott moved in next door to us in 1960 and we soon became members of the Cardiff Caledonian Society. This was a secret way to learn highland dancing at low cost and was much encouraged by my mother who had been a dancer on stage before marriage.

 

We went along every Tuesday and Thursday with their other next door neighbours who also were half Scottish (she was and he wasn't). In those days there was still a spring in my step and my mother taught me the pirouette with flick up to the calves that characterises the true Scot in motion.

 

We never reached the competitive stage to represent Cardiff in Scotland, but we did go along with relentless regularity for quite some years - until Contract Bridge took over on Tuesday and Thursdays.