“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm : Weel are ye wordy o’a grace As lang’s my arm.” Rabbie Burns, ‘Address to a Haggis’ The 25th January marks the birthday of one of my favourite writers, Virginia Woolf, and coincidentally Scotland’s national Bard, Rabbie Burns. Unfortunately, only one of those writers has a night of festivities named after them but, focusing on the poetry rather than the poet, I’m all for reasons to celebrate the power of the written word and my Scottish heritage on these dark January days in the lead-up to Imbolc. Each year at the end of January, Scots all over the world raise a dram to the life and work of Scotland’s national poet with a traditional Burns Supper including haggis, neeps and tatties, as well as poetry and piping.
We will definitely be having haggis, neeps and tatties! 🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴