Tartan and Burns.

For those not in the know, today in Scotland we celebrate the life of Robert Burns, a Scottish poet born on this day in 1759. Traditionally you have a dinner of haggis, neeps, and tatties,  recite his poems and like any good Scottish tradition get hammered on whisky.

I did not do any of this as I was working but I did wear a wee bit tartan to work. To be honest most people just thought I was a bit odd as they did not know or realise the date. I thought it was nice to dress up for work for a change.

Tartan and Bru my Scottishness knows no bounds.

Empty Bru.

A Red, Red Rose.

O my Luve's like a red, red rose, 

That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns

Peace x

All photographs by Caroline Harvey.