Maidenhead Catenians celebrated Robbie Burns with a traditional Supper – Cullen skink as starter, haggis with potatoes and winter vegetables main course, followed by raspberry cranachan trifle
At the start of the meal, the Haggis was brought in and Richard Kellaway made the Address to the Haggis, knife in hand.
Speaking after the meal, Alex Temple recalled the life and works of Robert Burns. During this, he recited the opening lines from the poem Tam O’Shanter –
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neebors, neebors meet,
As market-days are wearing late,
An’ folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco’ happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Whare sits our sulky sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Those present toasted the memory of Robbie Burns – hoping no-one was waiting, nursing their wrath, to see them later.
