apologies to JGC
Exeter Pipe Band
Devon January 26, 2006 Even way down in Devon, as indeed around
the world, Burns Night is celebrated in honour of the Scottish poet
Robert Burns. We decided to take the train from Topsham to Lympstone
to enjoy this annual food-and-poetry occasion at The Globe, where we
were to understand the piping would be good and the haggis genuine.
A well known piper from the MacCustard clan was apparently travelling
down from the Highlands especially for the evening.
pub was crowded and the anticipation great when the piper made his grand
entrance, accompanied by his attractive common-law wife. He looked a
dour man, as craggy as Ben Nevis, with a jaw of granite and honest working
man's hands. A man of few words, his conversation was mainly carried
out in guttural grunts and ayes. But he had a twinkle in his eye and
a jolly evening was assured.
arrives with common-law wife
Globe is a fine pub, a real traditional local serving excellent beer
(particularly good Bass) and homecooked foods. The piper was there to
pipe in the haggis, which was truly the centre-piece of the evening:
fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace worthy
As lang's my arm.
to a haggis
the Selkirk Grace, the haggis was piped in ceremoniously:
in the haggis
music grew ever more frantic. The efforts to keep that sheep's bladder
full of air were considerable, and some guests were concerned for the
welfare of the piper. But he manfully took no heed, piping louder, faster
until his fingers and swaying body became a whirling dervish of arms,
legs, all at one with the pipes.
piper in full flow
his not inconsiderable efforts were rewarded with a mountainous plate
of haggis which he proceeded to despatch with frightening alacrity...
was a grand night and afterwards the piper was very content.
so were we.