Burns Night

There's been a short hiatus or pause in the postings. This will continue for a couple of days as I've just packed the knipemobile for a night's camping in Millom. This may well be explained in a later post.

In the meantime, me and Mrs K and the next door neighbours are just about to leave for Bishop Auckland Town Hall for a traditional night of flicking hot candle wax and lit matches at each other, as well as capturing people and holding them against very hot radiators.

Yes, folks, it's Burns Night again.

We'll be celebrating the birth of that well- known geordie poet Harry (the hat) Burns who's famous pomes "Who're ye lookin at bonnie lad?" and "Me ferret's ate yer pigeons, son (sorry like)" will be recitated between pints of broon ale and voddy and cerk* for the ladies

Later, we'l be eating that well known North_east England delicacy, Haggis an' turnips and tatties. The turnips have been retireved from a field full of pregnant sheep. They're only partially chewed, so it looks as if we're in for a good night.

Good night.

Back Tuesday night by the way.

*coke....

Pic is some electricity things and council flats in Halifax. (We just had another family do there) I call it "Visions of Halifax" part of my outdoor visions due to drinking too much strong coffee collection.