“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!”
I am 10,000 miles from Scotland, and, despite my best efforts, have failed to find a haggis anywhere in Queensland.
So instead I raise a vicarious toast to Rabbie’s immortal memory and wish Scots everywhere a Happy Burns Night: slàinte!
Midnight update: I couldnae find any haggis, but managed an alternative supper featuring smoked salmon on oatcakes, cullen skink soup and rasberries on shortbread, all washed down with whisky and Irn-Bru! Too hot for the kilt, but not fae Scottish soup!
Haggis free Burns Night chez Simon McCrerar