tartlets were followed by Cock a Leekie soup, the cock had been spared as no one was brave enough to kill the brute and it seemed a shame to off one of the smaller less aggressive ones for some flavoured water. Stable Sprite disemboweled the Haggis but I refrained from launching into prose, however tradition held over the toast to the Lassies who looked absolutely fabulous in their fancy frocks. Stable Sprite looked marvelous in his black tie and tux while Tom and I let him down by bottling out at the last minute and opting for smart casual.
neeps consumed it was time for Medallions of Aberdeen Angus cooked in plum and whiskey sauce on tattie scones with a dollop of rumbledethump. Belts bulging we launched into sweets which were Tipsy Laird (probably a bit big given what preceded) home made shortbread (a nasty rumour that the trifle was about to served with sweetbreads caused by the hosts inebriated mispronunciation made our guest shudder but this was quashed when they saw the neat biscuits) and Kranaken. A home made whiskey liqueur called Atholl Brose was the nicest surprise of the evening, aside from the bouquet of flowers given to Tracey by the Sprite and his lovely lady.
board appeared our guests begged for mercy and sloped off to the drawing room, yes we have a whole room for drawing, and sat about in contented silence while I recited my favourite comedy sketches. These went down very well. I think.
standing stones close by reputed to have been dug out of our garden. Quite an achievement considering the stones weigh tons and were moved miles by hand. Its amazing what people did before they had telly.