Five years and a day after the first gig by the modern-day TLOGS, we set off to Beauworth for our latest booking. There had been a few concerns. Would the scorching temperatures make the evening unbearable? No - there was a respectable breeze blowing through the tent. Would the fabulous view distract the band? Not a chance - we're too profesional for that.
And then there were worries expressed by our lovely host: would we be too loud? Would the oldies find it unbearable? Would any of them dance? In the end, all her worries were unfounded. There was lots of dancing - of the Dad, Granddad and Grandchild variety - sometimes all three at once.
It was a very jolly evening, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I overheard two lovely snippets as we packed up. "I say, weren't the band good?" said one voice in a Terry-Thomas style. And the second - "The dance floor didn't seem big enough!" - was a top compliment.
I then had a phone call from our host, thanking us profusely. She, too, had been thrilled at the dancing, especially by the oldies. Her only disappointment was that no-one had ended up in the pond!
Fantastic.
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