Thinking of Burns and The Lassies

Back in the summer Dee and I were invited to become members of the Wester-Ross Burns Club, a singular honour for those adopted by rather than born in Scotland.

I was already pretty well steeped in Burnsmania, having visited his cottage near Ayr at age 19 (all the way back in 1954!)and a few months ago Dee and I had the opportunity afforded by our hosts, Meron and Sandy, to re-visit that same cottage. I often talk about a passion to write. But as I sit here at my keyboard and screen, cup of tea...