Poetry Evening

Over to the boat to rummage. Time to start thinking about a couple of improvements. Much chin stroking to follow.
And much later out to the ‘burbs for a fine Burns supper. Obviously the soup and haggis were top notch, but the cranachan was something else. Deconstructed! Quite rendered me speechless with the wonderfulness of it. Well, something did.

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