Featuring the photos of Mr. M. Cynecki
And now, some photographic memories from this year's Highland Ball, presented as always by
We Make History. I've written so many words on so many balls that I think I'll just let the pictures do most of the talking.
Madame Noire with her Highland bodyguard... and dancing partner.
A duel? No, just two gentlemen united in the Cause.
Escorting Madame in the Grand Promenade. We could march all the way to London, even if the Bonnie Prince couldn't.
This is what it looks like when I approach a lass and ask for a dance.
The start of the jigging contest, or in my case, the Highland Fling contest. We started in a circle...
...and then broke free.
I have to have stamina to survive, even though my spirit is limitless.
Oh how I flung. But the prize belonged to the lasses this night...
...in a showdown between neighboring clans.
Careful with those high kicks, most honourable lass! I speak from experience.
For more recollections of the evening, see the official Highland Ball page.
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