As starts to the Scottish festival season go, Rock Ness has already got off to a splendid start, so much so that last night felt more like the event's finale that the mere Friday night prelude.
Some unexpected rain didn't dampen proceedings too much - see what I did there? - with various tents at the main site open into the early hours. The highlight was an amazing ceilidh set, which led to a rather wonderful combination of dancing fiends jumping along and the more bold attempting some proper Highland flings. Engagement with the former crowd led me to believe I'd sprained my foot in an act of foolish impetusousness, but - no! - my dancing days here are far from numbered. Much as some attendees might wish they were... Oh, and a special mention to the biggest conga line I've seen in my stupid little life, twisting inside the tent until I felt compelled to join in, if only I hadn't a drink in my hand. Forsooth!
But yes, here I am, and the weekend's just about to begin...
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