I t’s well into January, Burns Night, to be precise, the 25th. Pippin had haggis, neeps and tatties for her school lunch, proud of her Scot tish birth rights as she is, but her hopeless English parents forgot! A shame because I do enjoy haggis. I’ll take a wee dram tonight to make up for it, of course.
Today has been mild in Dumfries and Galloway, while down south, there are still hard frosts and chilly weather. It ’s rare for it to be that way around, but I’m very glad of it. The sun shone brightly this af ternoon, and the birds sang their optimistic songs about spring being not too far around the corner. Daf fodil bulbs that Fred and I planted a couple of years ago in the work shop garden are sending up their spikes, and there’s a clearly visible change to the tiny
