Today is the 250th Anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns. Our National Bard was born in Alloway in Ayrshire Scotland all those years ago. It is a special day in Scotland and many families will have a traditional meal tonight. A Burns Supper as it is called can be a big occasion here, many Burns Societies in Scotland have big Suppers in Hotels and Halls where they will pipe in the Haggis and have readings of Burns works and songs. In homes all over Scotland we will have our own Burns Supper Stuart and I included. The menu will be traditional.....
Mashed Neep (Swede/Turnip)
Mashed Tatties. (Potatoes)
And of course a wee dram of Whisky
as a toast,
To the Haggis (The chieftan of the pudding race)
It is a lovely meal not to every bodies taste but it is good.
Stuart and I tried to go for a walk this morning but only managed to get to the news agent for a paper as the pavements we very slippy we had had a slight covering of snow then rain the whole lot had frozen over and left it all very icy. Stuart does not do slippy roads so we just had to come home. It's sunny now but think we are off the notion of a walk, you get settled down and then just can't be bothered. I think that's about it for today so till next time will leave you with some of the Bards words.......................
To A Mouse. By Robert Burns.
Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!