I can't breathe, so naturally I went dancing.
I couldn't miss this year's National Clogging Convention - it was just up the road, in Sydney. I had a day either side with my sister and family, and spent the weekend in a cabin at Frenchs Forest, travelling down to North Narrabeen for the clogging. I danced every dance I could on the Friday night, and started out with the same intention on the Saturday, but it was 31 degrees, and I got slower and slower, till by the Sunday I was going to workshops on interpreting dance sheets rather than actually trying to dance.
Nevertheless it was great to be there. There's nothing like the sound of 400 cloggers dancing in one hall!
I danced at Floriade, too.
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