SALSA !!

We went to a comfortable, old-fashioned hotel up on Dartmoor opposite Haytor and the routine went something like this - arrive, eat huge meal, dance for 2 hours (at this point salsa lost all its attraction for Steve), collapse into bed after stiff drink, wake and eat huge breakfast, dance for 3 hours, walk across Dartmoor with packed lunch, eat packed lunch with 2 beers, stagger 1 hour uphill in hot sunshine, dance for 1 hour, eat huge dinner, whirl for another 2 hours, have stiff drink. Somewhere between here and Sunday morning we lost Julie and Lee, Julie because she was throwing up and Lee because he had to remove her from the premises!

The huge breakfast on Sunday morning was followed by 3 hours of dancing and Jon and I were the only ones left from our group with me crippled by the uphill walking and excess dancing and Jon suffering brain trauma from trying to remember the dance patterns.