On the Road Again!

Although not a Scot, or at least not part Scots for around 150 years, I still love a bit of haggis. Usually reserved for Burns Night around the 25th January.  But other times in the year at home, and if course in Scotland. We've been up that way since 2015. We went up in the Insignia and stayed in a wooden lodge thing near Drumnadrochit by Loch Ness. Before that my brother and I took my Mum's ashes to Loch an Eilean near Aviemore. She was a Shaw and we think, not certain, her family came to England from that way a long long time ago. One evening we had haggis for dinner and again with the "full Scottish breakfast". This year we will have a Simon Howie haggis again.

Address to a Haggis (Robert Burns) Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o need, While thro your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; The auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit' hums. Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi perfect scunner, Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his ...

Was last night. Missed it as I was out so decided to do it tonight. Was really nice. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burns_supper