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Back through the mists of time...

.....wibbly lines and that...

We were headed to a party in the little town where I now live. Both of us about 15, we were standing outside a pub plucking up courage to enter, when out of the evening mists strode two people, both blonde, male and female on long white flowing robes, they strode past us and knocked on a door behind us. The door was opened by a similarly garbed male (long white flowing robes, garland atop the head, staff optional) and they were smilingly bade welcome.

We waited a further five minutes to gird ourselves when a gentleman in full Scots tartan appeared out of the mists, and started to play a haunting lament on his bagpipes. It was early autumn, there was no scottish or druidic reason for this to happen, but we decided to move on to another pub to try our luck, it was feeling a bit weird...

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(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 21:36, 3 replies)

Sounds like you were in Glastonbury.
(loopy1978, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 21:47, closed)

If
Only. This is a long, long way from anything like that, alas...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 23:55, closed)

Secret handfasting? Initiation ceremony?
Sounds like something out of the Wicker Man.
( Bats, Fri 22 Apr 2011, 6:04, closed)