Whilst the link with IronFest may be tenuous, there is nothing remotely tenuous about the punch that these women packed! They were elegant, they were mesmerising, and, above all, they were fun!
Searching for a collective noun, I decide upon 'sway' - a sway of bellydancers. There were seven sways at IronFest ranging from duos to sways of 7 or 8 dancers. Some focussed on the story-telling and rhythms of Middle-Eastern cultures. Others were more into funky, modern choreography.
Whatever way, they were having fun! They loved their full and fruity bodies, and they had learnt well how to move that body with grace and elegance.
They were accompanied by African drums, by various manifestations of the didgeridoo, and by, of all things, the exhaust system of a hot-rod.
As with the mainly male activities of yesterday, there were plenty of children participating at the belly-dance and plenty who were eager to learn with no shortage of instruction!
This was a celebration of life and sheer 'joi de vivre'.