First March!
Marched in front of the triumphant Rose from the Bridge Inn to Tescos and back to The Cross. And I didn't fall over. All rather exciting; Linlithgow was out in force, as many people as on Marches Day. I think all they wanted to hear was Hail the Gallant Rosie Posie but we regaled them with a few other marches interspersed. My brain has been stretched: watching and keeping in line with the person in front and to my left; not tripping up; reading the music, which wobbled, stopping the sweat slicked piccolo headjoint from slipping. I walked home through warm fragrant air, along blossom lined roads as the sun sank colourfully.
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