I live in a strange street!

Saturday night involved a street travelling dinner. A what? Eight families in our street got together and arranged to have a dinner split over 4 different houses in the street. In a world where people retreat into their fortified enclosures and then lock out the world, my neighbours spent a lot of their time in the street. It is almost as if the street has become an extension of their own gardens.

In this story of carousing, all names have been omitted to protect the not so innocent!

I am very privileged to live here as I know that this is so far from the norm that it is almost unimaginable. Anyhow, Saturday night saw 18 of us traipsing up and down the road, to the beat of the bagpipes. One of the neighbours is passionate about his pipes and ensured that he led each procession with much gusto, and yes noise! Somehow, though, he forgot to wear his kilt...

Wine was drunk, jokes repeated, raucous laughs laughed, jigs danced, pipes blown, fantastic fare savoured, and time shared. This is a neighbourhood of friends!

And when all was done and said, we stumbled home to find only a quarter of the mess we would have had, had we hosted the whole party.

This was a must repeat event!