Going through emails and writing invoices this morning feels a bit dull, as I just got back last night from a smashing weekend of jiving in Scarborough.
I have never danced quite so much, for so long, in my life!! There were all sorts of different lessons end-to-end through the days, then jive parties in the evening and into the wee small hours of both nights (my poor, poor feet...).
I grabbed an hour or so rest, to shoot to the beach, enjoy the sun and do some quick sketches of the donkeys.
I didn't think they did seaside donkeys any more. They all looked very fluffy and very contented to be on their lunch break, with their heads stuck in nose-bags.
It was such a lovely day, I couldn't resist a brief paddle, which was mighty chilly, but refreshed the achy tootsies no end.
As you can see, I somewhat optimistically attempted a drawing of my paddling feet. Not the easiest view-point. I was also rather paranoid about dropping the sketchbook into the sea.
Sorry, I didn't even attempt to sketch the dancing - far too tricky, plus I was too busy being whirled around the dance floor myself. Yippee!
I really enjoyed myself, as you can probably tell. A lovely bunch of people too, most of whom I'd never met before, but jivers are so friendly.