25 January 2017
The hall looked beautiful with the tables laid out, candles trimmed with tartan and the walls drapped in tartan fabric. Everyone filtered in, taking their seats ready for the celebrations to begin.
The sound of bagpipes coming up the hall was hauntingly atmospheric, and a proud Ewan followed behind carrying the signature 'haggis'.
Martin, master of ceremonies, opened the evening with a Burn's poem delivered in his best thick Scottish accent. We sang songs and feasted on haggis, neeps n tatties washed down with Iron Bru, in true Scottish keeping. (Would Mr Burn's approve!)
The evening was topped of with an amazing homemade Cranachan and a cheery rendition of Auld Lang Syne, sang hand in hand with our neighbor. It was a pleasure to observe this wonderful tribute to one of Scotland's great poets. If Mr Burn's were alive today, he'd have been a proud man.