Nancy Night

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, 

The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; 

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, 

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. 

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 

My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; 

Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, 

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. 

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, 

Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; 

Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, 

Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. 

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 

My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; 

Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, 

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Tomorrow is Burns Night. Sarah and I lived in Scotland for a year and in 2009 we had a great Burns Supper in Crail with haggis, tatties and neeps and live folk music from local folk who just got up to sing when the mood took them. Ever since then we have had our own Burns Supper back here in England. We’ll be having one tomorrow. We didn’t have one last year though... it passed us by. My Dear Mum passed away on 24th January last year so I had other things on my mind. But I’m thinking of Mum tonight as we will be tomorrow... as we celebrate Burns Night and raise a glass to Mum and to Dad.

Dad in a kilt, either at Thurstaston Common or somewhere in India?!

Four sisters - Doris, Tilly, Noreen and Nancy