Ding dong...(?)

For reasons beyond my understanding, I've been having a series of the rather surreal scottish experiences to help ease me back into celtic life.

Yesterday my mum took me along to a hand-bell concert in Dunkeld, which was held in this tiny wee church hall and involved nine grey-haired ladies ringing out various tunes on their hand-bells, including twinkle, twinkle little star and a simplified version of Pacabels cannon...being an amature group there were a few dings and dongs in the wrong places but never-the-less I was impressed by the co-ordination of some of these older ladies; ringing bells is evidently not as easy as it sounds!

During the after concert (tea) party, I was asked several times if I wanted to become a ringer and the idea frightened me somewhat so I politely declined...you too could become a ringer; contact me if your interested and I'll pass on your details!