Today, I was idly admiring the light of the setting sun over the next door houses when this memory of Morecombe Bay came to mind. We were at a wedding in Silverdale, right on the edge of Morecombe Bay. The sun was setting and the dancing was soon to begin. The light was golden and the venue had been decorated in freshly picked flowers from the local area. There was a ceilidh which we picked up our instruments and played in the small scratch band and then some jazz/swing style where I discovered my boyfriend’s dance ability didn’t just extend to most folk dance!