AROHA's Scottish Handsel Concert Party

And now head over to The Other Scottish Storyteller's blog to read about the concert party (entitled "A Scots Handsel - Traditional Scottish Concert Party") she organised to raise funds for Ellon Academy pupils' trip to Ecuador.

It was a great night and now that it's over and the sweaty hands and dry mouth have gone, I can say I had a brilliant time performing Hazel Murdoch's doric song "Learning To Be A Fairy."

The acts were all really entertaining and Storyquine did an amazing job of organising the whole thing!

(P.S. Thanks for putting up flattering photos of me Storyquine! ;)

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