Shore Leave

Sweden, Sweden, Sweden... The country where I want to be...
(to the tune of Finland, Finland, Finland.... Monty Python)

As I sit in the office with torrential, incessant 'wetting' rain pouring down on the bleak Dublin landscape, I smile, smugly.

For I am off to Sweden tomorrow :) Land of permanent daytime, sunshine (well more than here) and swing dancing....

Yes I'm going to swing camp in Sweden...again.

How to describe Herrang Dance Camp?

Well you'll find it near Lennox Avenue:

You get to do lots of this:

And some of this:

And sometimes this:


Dancing. All day, every day, all night, every night. Non-stop (well except to re-fuel on chocolate brownies from the Blue Moon Cafe).

Dance floors that look like this:


And every week a Cabaret like no other:


It's a little like Kellerman's in Dirty Dancing except the only activity is dancing and everyone's either a hot Johnny Castle showing off their moves or a Baby eager to learn all they can as quickly as possible.

Yaw Herrang-time again :)