Over this weekend I have had cause to sit and think about the times during my life when I have been happy.

One of the earliest memories of feeling good, is the friday evenings of autumns during the early sixties. Mum would have the ironing board set up and be working slowly through the washing pile whilst we would be watching the White Heather Club on TV with Andy Stewart. This was probably my first occasion of seeing anyone wearing a kilt, not to mention listening to folk music and watching dancing.

In the mid seventies I became really interested in folk music and attended clubs about 4 nights a week. Then later I became involved with dancing in a big way, and now the Kilt.

Funny how those early impressions affect you during life.

Ian