Burns Night

At the moment, I owe trip reports on the Upper River Isla and the River Dochart. Both were lovely trips. The Upper Isla was an unexpected whitewater gem. What the River Dochart lacked in adrenalin, it more than compensated with spectacular scenery. I have been slacking with trip reports. Given my excuse is being swamped with work, slacking may not be the appropriate word. Sooner or later, the trip reports will find their way here. In the meantime, here are a few pictures from our Burns Night feast this evening.

Robert Burns' To a haggis was read before the ceremonial splitting of the haggis. A sword is the traditional slicer. We compensated as best we could. Our haggis was wrapped in plastic instead of the traditional sheep stomach. To read the poem on the BBC site, click here. A helpful link provides a Real Audio file with a proper reading of the poem, in case your Scots is a little rusty. Bon appetit!

In the spirit of full disclosure, I must confess to not being a fan of the haggis. I gave it a fair try, five bites, including several with the carrot and tattie mash. The haggis and I were not meant to be.