a fishy tail

We were planning on having smoked Haddock and poached egg for breakfast.  But the fish was off.

We’re also a bit stuffed from a late-night Burn’s Supper (I know, 3 days early).  The table groaned - as we did - under the weight of haggis, tatties and neeps, Clootie Dumpling (straight out of a Broons' cookbook) and more bottles of whisky than a distillery gift shop.

Our friend Alan read the Address to a Haggis and I recited the Selkirk Grace.  The purple heather was alive and well in rural Buckinghamshire.  Unlike this fish.  Perhaps on Burn’s Night proper, we’ll have Cullen Sink.  Providing the next fish is up for it.

The extra shows Ma Broon making the aforementioned dumpling.