One of my friends at work mentioned her Gran and Grandad attended an evening tea dance in Blackhall so I thought I’d pop down and see if I could get some shots. Some of the tea dancers I’d met last year were there so it was nice to see familiar faces. Again I was welcomed with open arms. People can be so friendly. That’s something I’m finding out everytime I go out taking photos.
I loved taking photos of them dancing but I find that the photos I take whilst they take time out, including their tea break are the most interesting. I love seeing people sitting chatting, interacting with each other. It reminds me alot of my dad. He was a quiet man but he loved getting together with people and having a good old chat. And I’m sure he would have loved to attend the tea dance too.
I even got a cup of tea and a biscuit when I was there. The lovely Doris looked after me and found me a mug and even poured mine out first. And everyone insisted I had a biscuit so I eventually relented and had one. Doris even washed my cup up for me. And they wouldn’t take any money of me, but I will insist next time, especially if I keep going back. Which I might just do because I see my dad in some of their faces. When the old gentleman smile I see my dad smiling. I know that sounds soppy but that’s just how it feels.
And I might even have a go at some of the dancing. The music is not quite up my street, I’m more of a Who fan! But the dancing does seem to do them good and as people often say, its just what the Dr ordered.