I went to the allotment yesterday after an absence of almost a month due to treacherous ice on the bike path. It was just as well I went as most of my netting had been blown off and was no longer protecting plants. Something has been having a good nibble of this:
I wasn’t even sure what this plant was until I lifted up one of the leaves:
My first ever home-grown brussels sprouts! How exciting.
Last night we went to our very first ceilidh. A ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee) is a traditional Scottish community dance. Other countries call them a barn dance. I’ve been wanting to go to one for ages but most of the local ones are not kid-friendly. It was great fun! Daniel and Elizabeth really enjoyed themselves too. I have been to one or two barn dances years ago in New Zealand which were similar. However the barn dances I went to had a caller shouting out the steps throughout. There wasn’t a caller at the ceilidh and it was a bit of a dog’s breakfast for us since we didn’t know what we were doing and nor did many others. Community dances like this are wonderful and I wish there were more of them. It’s great exercise and they’re really social, friendly, and inclusive events.
I got a tartan dress especially for the occasion.
My dress is made from a recycled blanket which has been repurposed into a dress. The straps are also recycled. A lady in Chippenham makes them as well as other eco clothes like dresses made from old jumpers.