Burns detested the political class that bought and sold Scotland for English gold. “Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation”, he wrote
” The pandemic allowed many of us to press the reset button, to re-evaluate, to prioritise. And I realised that I actually missed it. Like, really missed it. And I recognised the absolute joy that people experience in a gathering, a Ceilidh, a blether, a kind word, a joke, an embrace, a handshake.”
Fresh northwesterly winds. Maximum temperature 8 °C.
” let us once again rise and drink, to the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns, seer, poet and social reformer – the Voice of Scotland speaking to the World” John D. MacKay
“A club of good fellows like those who are here/And a bottle like this are my glory and care”
As we approach the celebrations to mark the birth of Scotland’s greatest poet, Robert Burns, 12 original manuscripts written by the bard himself are to go on display this January as part […]
“Some merry, friendly, country-folks,/Together did convene,/To burn their nits, and pou their stocks,/And haud their Halloween”
” Is there another country anywhere where actually teaching your own language in your own schools to your own people would be seen as somehow controversial and politically divisive?”
“My plaidie to the angry airt,/I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee:”
The pandemic enforced absence of Burns suppers has given me a chance to revisit my thoughts on Scotland’s most famous son, and has forced me to ask a really important fundamental question.