But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed

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Celebrating a birthday, a Burns day, and a full moon. We dined on “cockadoodle soup” (aka cockaleekie soup, which sounds just as odd, come to think of it) and haggis. There were kilts. The songs all had bagpipes. The girls found their ghillies and performed. And today I am tired and my head aches just a wee bit. Seems just about perfect for the end of January, hey.

Fighting through the January blues
Hello, universe

8 Comments

  1. New to commenting. Loved the book,and love the photos.

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    • Welcome here, Sandra! So glad you loved the book. Thank you for letting me know.

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  2. Beautiful chronicle of the celebration! And what a good sport you are, Carrie!

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    • I’m always all in! It was really fun. We look forward to celebrating this holiday every year.

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  3. In all but one of the photos, your wee girlie looks like a ghostie.

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    • I had so much trouble finding the right setting to capture the quick movements in the low light! But in the end, I really like the effect, which is, as you say, a bit ghostly.

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  4. I was at a Burns Dinner Saturday and when the haggis was presented I was honoured to play the role of Mark, The Rustic.

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    • Ha! We’ve never considered acting it out. Usually I just let the words wash over me, wondering about shanks and reeking and oleo. I’m pretty sure there’s oleo in there.

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