Burns night

I imagine all over the world many people were sitting down this evening for their haggis and neaps to the sound of the pipes. We were no different although I think there is not that much of a tradition here as one might expect - Burns was not a gaelic poet at all!
An excellent do at a neighbours' house with the preparation of the meal itself shared between the participants. The piper is the son of another neighbour and a good job he did too.
Some trepidation at the concept of vegetarian haggis but it was actually  really rather good. The one sure fire thing was going to be too much whisky and we did not leave unfulfilled. This was partly accomplished by starting with a couple of whisky cocktails - one particularly appropriately called a Churchill to celebrate exactly 50 years since his death - and finished with a broad  - too broad?! - range of bottles to sample afterwards.
I still do love the taste but sadly my stomach nowadays is not quite so keen. One of the disappointments of getting old I fear.