Saturday Night Dancing

Jeanette Harris

It was the first weekend of our family holiday, visiting friends at their remote Glenesk hill croft, reached by means of a stony track, high on the west side of that most beautiful of Angus glens.

I loved this annual holiday because one of the four children of the family was the same age as me and we shared an interest in the 1960s teenage pleasures of pop music, Honey magazine, fashion, celebrity gossip and boys, as well as the idyllic summer pursuits of lazing around, swimming in the North Esk river, roaming the hills on two rough ponies and being absent when household duties were being dished out. ... (continues)