We survived the trip down to Stirling for the wedding.
As it happens, David is quite right. It’s not my legs I need to worry about.
I’m going to be doing a whole lot more walks where I need to use my walking poles…
The shoes were off before the wedding breakfast, replaced with flat ‘dancing pumps’ secreted away in Rhiannon’s enormous clutch bag to ceilidh in. I’m not completely mad!
4 comments:
Ahem!
It will be good to see you sporting this ensemble at Braemar next May. An effort should be made by all the girls to smarten things up a bit.
Thank you.
(The boys should wash behind their ears and brush their teeth.)
It's a silk dress so shouldn't come to too much harm in my pack but sadly, I'm planning to bypass Braemar next year. (I appear to have 5 fully planned routes from different starts. I need to get out more!!)
Wow! Who scrubs up well then?
Ah, thanks Laura! The boys do look exceptionally smart in suits don't they? And the girls, make up, curls, heels and everything. Don't know who the teetering one is...
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