I’m just back from a break in Brittany, France. On my first evening there, I was taken to the local village fete. For 12 euros we ate a three-course meal in a huge tent. I’d heard that there would be Breton dancing afterwards, but nothing prepared me for the sight of 400-odd people dancing energetic, traditional dances as the entire village played into the early hours. It was an extraordinary sight. Toddlers were out with their families, rebellious youths stood on chairs and chanted songs, wine was poured at a euro a glass. I loved it!
But you know what? It didn’t make me think, ‘Oh, what a shame we don’t do that down Walthamstow way’ or ‘The rest of the world is going to the dogs’ or ‘If only we all Breton danced, there would never be riots’. It made me think, ‘Yeah, communities are really great, aren’t they?’
The dancing made me think of my sewing friends.