Music, Dancing, Laughter, Haggification - Everything a Great Ceilidh Should Be

Hosting a Highland Gathering of sorts had been something that I wanted to do since I moved into the Loch so many months ago now. The concept had been brewing in my mind. Always that concept involved music and dancing and (hopefully) fun for as many residents of Caledon, and friends from all over, as we could pack into the sim.

Closing the Harvest Festival with this event was an added bonus for me. Being part of something that the larger collective of Caledon and Steelhead is a powerful thing. At one point Loch Avie hosted over 40 avatars in the sky-arena-become-dance-pavilion. Loch Avie held up very well indeed.



Music was provided by Lord Primbroke, who is also a member of my clan. Despite some technical difficulties on his end, and that he was stitching up the last hem on Baron Wulfenbach's custom kilt until the last possible minute, he supplied the gathering with WONDERFUL Scots and Celtic tunes...as well as some fantastic dance music, which happened to have some connection to Scotland.
Buidheachas, mo charaid!

Lady Primbroke and her brother, TotalLunar Eclipse.
I nearly fainted away (and no my corset was not laced too tightly) at the sight of Lunar in a kilt. I never thought I would see the day! Lunar - thank you, my friend. Your presence in my homeland was valued and most appreciated.

The Bellambi Bustle Bump - the latest Bellambi Clan dance - must be done in the family tartan. With Lady Primbroke.

The view from above - fairly early in the evening

Miss Cornelia Rothschild looking particularly beautiful.

Lady Autopilotpatty and Duke Regent Kintyre (Erasmus Margulis) enjoying the festivities together.

The Графиня (Grafinya), Lady Kate Nicholas shows off the Clan Tartan

A trifecta of Ducal Dance: Cymru, Murdann, and Loch Avie

Clan Bellambi represents - (above, l-r) Lady Christine, Hotspur O'Toole, Lady Kate, Loch Avie

As the evening progressed it seemed only appropriate to reflect on the day....

Caber Tossing.....

Academy of Arms Tournament....that brought out the Warrior Duchess and the gents recalled that most do not fight on the sands with shirts and coats on.

Of course no party is complete without a visit from the Daleks. They didn't want to miss out on the battles.

And George, my newly tamed, wild haggis (ah! So that's what haggification is) came out to visit despite the fact that domesticated haggi had been boiled and roasted earlier in the day. I could never eat George, though. "I'll love him and hug him and call him my own."

We danced into the wee hours of the morning. Such a bonny day!

And the end to a wonderful week in Steelhead and Caledon.