You may well ask. Indeed you may also wonder how I even know and therein hangs a tale.
It starts a while ago when I first attended the Loxwood Joust where one group of performers were a troupe of belly dancers who I thoroughly enjoyed watching. This might have led to nothing had someone not decided to give me a hip scarf for my birthday. Now a scarf covered in jangling coins is hardly something you can wear around the house so I took the hint and investigated belly dancing lessons.
I found a class on an evening I wasn’t busy less than half a mile from my house, so I went along to give it a go.
Luckily the other ladies were incredibly friendly and supportive even when I was wallying about* at the back feeling like I had two left arms (the feet are far easier than the arms I tell you).
Yet somehow after only a few lessons I was learning the steps to the dance that they were learning for the Hafla. No, I had no idea what that was and still less idea that they would turn round and encourage me to perform with them there.
It turns out a Hafla is an evening when lots of troupes of belly dancers get together to eat, drink and most importantly dance for each other.
As part of the beginners class it was a chance to dress up and show off basically everything I’d learned up to that point and a chance to watch a lot of very talented ladies perform a surprisingly varied array of dances.
It really was an awful lot of fun. If you get the chance, you should go to one, you’d enjoy it.
*A technical term I assure you.