Happy New Year 

We are still unable to go  dancing just yet, but Margaret Manfield is continuing to send details of the next dance on our programme to encourage you to look at the YouTube video and hopefully dance along with it.  This weeks dance is Mr Iain Stuart Robertson 8x32R  Please let Margaret know if you have news you would like to share with club members so that we can keep in touch with each other.

And if you ever wondered how welcome all those gifts were, read on:


by  John Julius Norwich

25th December.

My dearest darling, that partridge, in that lovely little pear tree! What an

enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you and thank you.

Your deeply loving Emily.


26th December.

Mr dearest darling Edward,

The two turtle doves arrived this morning and are cooing away in the pear tree as I write. I’m so touched and grateful.

With undying love, as always, Emily.


27th December.

My darling Edward,

You do thinks of the most original presents: whoever thought of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all the way from France? It’s a pity that we have no chicken coops, but I expect we’ll find some. Thank you, anyway, they’re lovely.

Your loving Emily.

28th December.

Dearest Edward,

What a surprise – four calling birds arrived this morning. They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly they make telephoning  impossible. But I expect they’ll calm down when they get used to their new home. Anyway, I’m very grateful – of course I am.

Love from Emily.


29th December.

Dearest Edward,

The postman has just delivered five most beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly. A really lovely present – lovelier in a way than birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I’m afraid none of use got much sleep last night. Mummy says she wants us to use the rings to ‘wring’ their necks – she’s only joking, I think; though I know what she means. But I love the rings. Bless you.

Love, Emily.


30th December.

Dear Edward,

Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door this morning, it certainly wasn’t six socking great geese laying eggs all over the doorstep. Frankly, I rather hoped you had stopped sending me birds we have no room for them and they have already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant well, but let’s call a halt, shall we?

Love, Emily.

31st December.


I thought I said no more birds; but this morning I woke up to find no less than seven swans all trying to get into our tiny goldfish pond. I’d rather not thinks what happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds – to say nothing of what they leave behind them. Please, please STOP.

Your Emily.

1st January.

Frankly, I think I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight milkmaids – AND their cows? Is this some kind of a joke? If so, I’m afraid I don’t find it very amusing.


2nd January.

Look here Edward, this has gone far enough. You say you’re sending me nine ladies dancing; all I can say is that judging from the way they dance, they’re certainly not ladies. The village just isn’t accustomed to seeing a regiment of shameless hussies with nothing on but their lipstick cavorting round the green – and it’s Mummy and I who get blamed. If you value our friendship – which I do less and less – kindly stop this ridiculous behaviour at once.



3rd January.

As I write this letter, ten disgusting old men are prancing about all over what used to be the garden before the geese and the swans and the cows got at it; and several of them, I notice, are taking inexcusable liberties with the milkmaids. Meanwhile the neighbours are trying to have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again.



4th January.

This is the last straw. You know I detest bagpipes. The place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse and a man from the Council has just declared it unfit for habitation. At least Mummy has been spared this last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance. I hope you’re satisfied.


5th January.


Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform you that with the arrival on her premises a half-past seven this morning of the entire percussion section of the Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra and several of their friends she has no course left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent your importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the return of much assorted livestock.

I am, Sir, Yours faithfully,

  1. CREEP



The RSCDS have been keeping us dancing by their Dance Scottish at Home newsletter. which includes an invitation to join a weekly class on Zoom- also a link to RSCDS At Home Podcast 

BBC Sounds App has lots of radio programmes and podcasts  to enjoy including the Saturday evening “Take the Floor” from Scotland with live bands and recorded music which will get your feet tapping.

The Library Service is now open for click and collect or using the computers in Yeovil- see details on their web page.  They also have an excellent  free collection of electronic resources- eBooks, audio books, magazines and newspapers– just log on with your membership number and PIN.   

Don’t forget, photos from some of our dances (remember them?) are  in Photo Gallery