Dee Caffari in fine fettle as she celebrates Burn's Night 25/1/06
Date24 January at 2212
PositionS 49° 2’/W 130° 12′
‘Some have meat and cannot eat.
Some cannot eat that want it:
But we have meat and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.’
Well, a very different day indeed today. Clear nighttime skies clouded over and found the drizzle again as the wind slowly died and started changing direction every five minutes. I needed all the patience I could muster just to keep Aviva moving.
This continued all day long until the early evening when the wind although still light settled from the north-west. At least then we could go in the right direction and just adjust course slightly to keep the light winds working for us.
It was a strange feeling and the sky was void of all emotion, the cloud was just a blank canvas, no angry clusters or signs of sunlight from beyond. I knew we were heading towards a frontal system that was forecast to bring with it lots of rain and strong gusts of wind. I was almost sailing in the lull before the storm. Here we go again!
I was feeling quite tired as the night of shifty light airs stops you actually getting any sleep as you are constantly adjusting course to avoid Aviva stopping. However, I had a supper to prepare for:
The Burns Supper Menu
Haggis, mashed neaps, tatties and whisky gravy
Shortbread and chocolates
‘Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o’the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm.
Robert Burns (1759 – 1796)
Although a new comer to Haggis and a firm believer of don’t knock it, ’til you try it. I can safely say it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I am not sure I would try it again. It is a fantastic excuse for a party and some great food. I definitely need to practise my Scottish accent though. Otherwise my ‘Tam O’Shanter’ poem will not sound so good.
A wee dram later and a good fill, Aviva and I are doing well.
Dee and Aviva