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Misfits Week End 29 January
Carl
What another great weekend we all had and great to see all the lads and lasses together again, it was nice to see some of the new members coming to get acquainted and enjoying the atmosphere. The meal and entertainment were first class so thanks to Deer Park and thanks to Ronnie and Linda for organising the weekend and for their hospitality once again. Also thanks to John And Linda for two wonderful full Scottish breakfasts including Linda’s famous fryed clootie dumpling or as Lesley put it “Christmas cake”. Brenda and I will hopefully be sampling some Manchester hospitality very soon when Ronnie goes to collect some of the Goldwing goodies he arranged this weekend with Graham as John and Lesley very kindly invited us down, Another weekend to look forward to.
Lesley Cross
Hello to all who attended the misfits weekend. Thank you for all making it such a good one.
We waited through the cold winter for the misfits weekend to arrive. Then the snow arrived in Manchester not only did it
fall fast it fell thick, and stayed!! For two weeks in Manchester.
A watch was kept on the weather forecast, would we make it or
not up to Scotland. It was predicted for the Friday of the misfits weekend. All the snow gear was taken in the car JUST INCASE.
Thank goodness they got it wrong; we had beautiful sunshine for the whole weekend.
A very warm welcome was given to us on our arrival, by Ron and Linda with some warming food and brilliant conversation.
We all pilled into the mini bus taking us to the venue. We met up with friends in the bar, and then we were shown upstairs to the
party room, and to our table.The whiskey arrived, ‘must be to toast the Haggis’ John’s face lit up cause he knows I hate whiskey so he had mine, and others.
The bagpipes started, the haggis was carried in, and a great speech was delivered, I managed to understand some of it
he spoke a very fast. Then he battered the poor thing to death, I’ve never seen anything like that before. Fantastic.The meal was wonderful.
The dancing started, umm that us out of it then, never done anything like this before.
The band set off playing, and instead of there being an empty dance floor most of the folk’s attending got up for a twirl.
The instructions for the steps we delivered by the band leader, a little more watching by us.
Then wow we were up on the dance floor, for a St. Bernard’s waltz. Nobody laughed at our antics.
Once john realised he actually enjoyed the dancing it was hard to keep him in his chair, suits me because I love dancing.The evening came to an end all too quickly, we have never been made to feel so welcome by so many people your Scots hospitality is something else.
Carl got his squeeze box out when we got back to Ron’s, SO the party carried on. Linda kindly made some sarnies and sausage
rolls, most welcome to soak up some alcohol. We all carried on with the fun by letting of some Chinese lantern’s ,john made us
write some wishes onto them and we sent them of to the angel’s.(Watch it on the web)
Saturday we were all up late, but got up to a full breakfast cooked by john and Linda, yum yum. Thanks.
Then a quick trip to the shops, can’t visit without the shopping.
Off we went for our curry and to meet all our misfit friend’s again and a great chin wag.
Would you believe it another fantastic breakfast on Sunday morning and the sun was still shinning for our journey home.
Guest what we arrived home to ‘SNOW.’
Please can we do it all again SOON
Much Love, Mummy. xxxxxxxxxx
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