Either the same night as previous photo, or Ron and Sal are indulging in their fave practice of wearing the same clothes to more than one ball.
Photo courtesy Wendy Lockley.

A spectacular night, the St Andrew's Ball
It was our first, but we gave it our all
Little did we know, what a night it would be
When we first met Sally and saw her love for Ronnie

They arrived arm in arm, scotch in the hand
Just friends we were told, but the talk was not bland
A gold frock like that I knew he would weaken
Her charms were so great, his love was sure to deepen

The dances and jigs were a treat to behold
Such rhythm from Ed - worth its weight in gold
The night was a hoot and Ed a great hit
I'd picked a boy who could dance and with wit

But ours was not the story of the night
Ronnie was never one to stay in the twilight
The rugby was on and the night went from there
Sally earned her stripes with her eyes going square

The next day we all knew, that love was in the air
Ronnie and Sally were to be a couple truly fair
The Scots take their time but are true in the end
Let's hope he doesn't drive Sal round the bend

Linda Evans