Burns Night

A day in advance of the actual night, nine of us left the village by minibus to join a Burns Night celebration at the Croft Hotel, although not so much join it as be it, with only one other couple also in attendance, but credit to the hotel for honouring the booking and persevering regardless with the Caledonian themed food (cock-a-leekie soup, haggis neeps and tatties, inch thick Scottish beef with a whisky enhanced gravy, some much-maligned cranachan, macaroons and a nip of single malt) and music from a violinist (fiddling while Burns roamed?) and a virtuoso piano-accordionist (who somehow incorporated familiar TV theme tunes into the relentless highland reel he was playing); we had a good night and even stumbled our way through some dances – our strip the willow earning an encore – before climbing back aboard the bus for the short hop home.