Burns night in the Aude

 No idea how often Burns night is celebrated here but I propose it should be done more often. Not that I have any attachment to his incomprehensible poetry but the food traditionally associated is pretty good. Margaret did us proud last night; a coquilles St Jacques starter then haggis burger with creamed potatoes and  neeps and a raspberry thing. And Whiskey. 

John declaimed a load of the poems and we, Mike and I, thanked him nicely and left. A great evening! Och aye, ahem.