Don got the idea of celebrating Robbie Burns Day many years ago and we began with a dinner at their place with haggis, scotch eggs, cock a leekie, soup and the like. Don asked Jim to come prepared to recite the ode to the Haggis. Well, he not only did that, he borrowed a kilt and regalia from Bill Thomas and went the whole hog (Bill eventually gave JIm a kilt outfit). We exchanged doing this at each other's homes for a number of years and then we began to attend the event at the Union Club. Great fun, great entertainment, and great food!
I hope to have a tiny dram of scotch tonight to raise a glass to Robbie Burns. It will be small, though, given this wretched relapse I've had.
Don, Jim, Elaine
The piping in of the haggis.
Jim and me
Sailor's Hornpipe
Highland dancers