Sadly we do not have many photographs of the Club's members or activities but our archivists are working hard to overcome the deficiency.

This is our Album to date

In the meantime we can show a little poem written by Pat Bat - a long time member of the Club and who was still dancing at 83.  Sadly, Pat died on 22nd April 2006.

The twinkle in her humour was always to be found in her eyes ...........

Tempus Fugit

My mirror says I'm growing old

My inside says it's wrong.

My outside voice is quavering

But inside there's a song..

The wrinkle's multiply, I know,

And yet inside my mind,

A nice young thing of seventeen

Is there for me to find..

The teeth - well, we won't mention them,

The glasses we'll forget.

The hair is grey - so what, I say,

For I'm not beaten yet.

I don't feel old, except perhaps

When twinges are annoying.

There's lovely things to see and do

And life is for enjoying.

I hope to keep my memories

They're much to good to lose.

They'll dance inside my head

When I hang up my dancing shoes..