Fair fa yer honest sonsie face, great chieftain o the puddin race…

Neeps tatties and Haggis, plus a wee dram of finest Scotch whiskey to that great Scottish poet!

Happy Burns Night  Scotland!

Happy Burns Night Scotland!

Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim’rous beastie, 
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! 
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, 
Wi’ bickering brattle! 
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee, 
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

More on Burns night by Somewhere in the world today…

Picture: 365: day 27 by Nick in exsilio, on Flickr