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Stuart and Julianne! |
The haggis, boiling on the stove (yes, boiling is how you cook it!) |
Tryg and Stuart |
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It is traditional to pipe in the haggis (Stuart refused to be our piper)
and then to give the Ode to the Haggis |
Tryg, giving the Ode to the Haggis |
Also customary as part of the Ode is to stab the haggis |
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After the Ode, a Toast to the Haggis is made, done nicely by Stuart |
I questioned whether to include this picture, as I promise, it tasted
better than it looks here! |
The haggis with the traditional neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes)
and not so traditional salad |
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Stuart and Julianne, again. Are you happy now?! :-) |
Me, in the falling snow! |
The view out my window of the backyard covered in snow! (The most that
St. Andrews has seen in at least three years, I was told) |
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The entrance to my flat |
Cathedral ruins, with snow |
Looking down South Street |
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Snow and bike |
Looking down Market Street |
Graveyard in snow |
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Snow shadows |
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