Well, burl ma kilt, toss ma caber, shoot ma haggis and gee us a dram o whisky! If’ it’s no St Andrew’s day.
Being the 30th November, it is suitably wild outside. 80mph gusts of winds and flood waters creeping towards my doorstep, but I’m snuggled up, fire roaring with a wee cheeky nip to keep me all roasty on the inside.
Since there is very little particularly photogenic outside right now, I will mark the occasion with a wee picture that makes me want to dress head to toe in tartan and head for the braes singing Rabbie Burns….
Happy St Andrew’s Day!