I only have a small part of me that is Scottish. That part belonged to my great great grandmother who I believe was called Maria McCallum. Family legend has it that she was laid in Napoleon’s coffin as a toddler, a coffin made by her father, a carpenter and member of the British army, stationed on St Helena at the time of Napoleon Bonaparte’s exile and death.
But that’s by the bye…
Over the last year or so I have fallen in love with Scotland, in particular with Edinburgh. I wish I was there today, on Burns night. Maybe next year…
So here’s a few words from Robbie himself. Not just for Hogmanay but for times when you want to raise a glass of goodwill to old friends, old times and those you love:
And there’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
Rest well, Robbie.