As someone who has a tiny drop Scottish blood running
through my veins (something that I have never been allowed to forget) Scottish
Reeling has been an activity forced upon me since early childhood by my grandparents.
In something resembling an army training camp, week upon
week I had to learn the steps to various reels down at the Kentmere Club with
the rest of the Limuru residents wearing a skirt fashioned from my grandmother’s
curtains and shoes at least two sizes too small.
The past aside, I haven’t been reeling in ages and was quite
sure I had forgotten all the steps to each dance. Last week however, my cousin
decided that she needed practice for her upcoming dance and just like that we
decided to host our own Kilifi ceilidh! Having moved the furniture aside,
managed to download the music to each reel, and assembled a group of overexcited
adults, embarrassed children and a few disgruntled dogs – we were off.
We danced everything from the Gay Gordons to Strip the
Willow and only paused to grab another Tusker, switch partners and check that
our Kikoy’s weren’t falling off. The entire evening was great fun and Scottish
Dancing is something that I will definitely try and keep up, if you’re with the
right people it doesn’t matter if your co-ordination is all off (in my case
something that happened frequently) or that you fell over every time a dog
decided to chase a gecko across the room.
Although I wouldn’t recommend dancing under
the tropical weather of the coast I would recommend giving it a go.
So come on guys trade in your Kikoy’s for Kilts and let’s go
reeling!!
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