Last night we organised a trip to Hinchingbrook house for a Burns night supper. There were nine of us so a minibus was booked so a good night could be had by all - and it was.Most enjoyable with the haggis (- or should it be haggi as there were two?) piped in and Burns poem praising the dish was recited with gusto - no claymore for cleaving it in twain.
Although a little bleary this morning freinds agreed we had a good night and took the air in Monks Woods - one of the largest tracts of ancient woodland in East Anglia. Rod and I were lucky enough to see three woodcocks put up by the dogs - who as ever eally enjoyed the freedom.
Oh well Monday looms.
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