Oh dear, better late then never! Burns Night was a wee
whiley ago, and this didn't get posted! Life's like that sometimes...Our 'Pal' Angus recently turned 60 and we thought that it would be good to get together and celebrate him, and Burns Night in one big party!
We all gathered at
MacTalla, which had been decorated in tartan, and tables laid out with candles, cloths and flowers, for a slap-up meal of haggis,
neeps and tatties! Some folks wore their kilts, or a spot of tartan. Others recited
Burn's poetry, and we all sang together 'Angus is our Darling' (a lesser known Burns song...ahem!), and of course,
Auld Lang
Syne.
Rabbie Burns himself came to pay us a visit, complete with his red, red rose. No doubt he wanted to see if the reputation of the lovely lassies of
L'Arche is really true. He wasn't disappointed, but he was
rather too keen to meet them!
The address to the haggis given in fine dramatic style by (Frenchman) Thomas
Lacroix, and the big pudding duly stabbed by Syd Fraser, ably assisted by Mark Mitchell and Graham Gall.
Our resident bard, David, no doubt inspired by the evening...
Naturally, in good Highland style, we all finished off with a bit of dancing, led by the fitness group from the workshop. They eased us in gently but we were soon whirling and birling! Yee hah!