So, hey, another year another haggis and contented guests and friends.  Some new and some from previous years. Our ever present piper, Francesc playing pipes (at times accompanied by Enric), occasionally the mouth organ and at times accompanied in song by Bizmarck our baying giant schnauzer.

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The haggis was good, but that in itself is another story and the drams flowed in glasses raised to our bard, Robert Burns.  On each occasion we managed some Scottish country dancing and on one a good sing-song thanks to Bernat and Andrea.


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They came from afar as Perpignan and Barcelona and Jaume provided a fantastic group from Girona and around dressed in more or less some form of tartan attire.


Thank you one and all and here is to next year!



The kilt has been brushed and hung up, probably for another year and the Jimmy Shand CD put to one side.  Oh! and our piper Francesc has forgotten his crib sheet of tunes once again.  So, hopefully there is more than a chance he’ll be back again next year.

Burns Night comes so quickly after the Christmas festivities and Hogmanay. The decorations and tree had hardly been put away and I was looking out the butcher’s telephone number to place our order for Haggis.  Lindsay Grieve of Hawick ( The call was made and the order placed……6.5kg of Haggis; our address for shipping given and as usual the ‘beast’ was on its way before any hint of a question of means of payment.  Ah, that seemingly ever rarer attribute, trust.

Five days later and the barks of Bismark greet the delivery….jet fresh from Scotland.  Chicken ordered and collected and rasps too. The ‘mise en place’ is marked out for work to be done for this years menu.

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Francesc duly arrived on the Thursday afternoon and almost immediately got into his stride warming up his pipes in preparation for the first of our two Burns Nights.  That night some 20 of us sat down to the customery fair of ‘Cock a leekie’ (soup of chicken, leeks and prunes..ours soaked in Pedro Ximénez and with the additional twist of barley giving it that bit more body),  ‘Haggis, tatties and well not neeps’ as a Catalan equivalent there ain’t.  So a puree of 50:50 roasted sweet potato and butternut squash served admirably as a substitute, the lot accompanied by a mushroom veloute.  And for pudding the customary ‘Clootie Dumpling’ was replaced by a ‘Cranachan Parfait’ …..recipe to follow in a subsquent blog.

On Thursday night we were fêted by local friends and acquaintances, Catalans, Spanish, English and Scots. The dishes punctuated with the traditional renditions of the ‘Selkirk Grace’ and ‘To A Haggis’.  To this was added post dinner a fine reading by Belinda from L’Avenc of ‘My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose’ and me of ‘Scots Wha Hae’, that anthemic battle cry of universal liberty.

Our friends from Hipra helped with some superb footwork to accomplish a ‘Gay Gordons’ and a ‘Strip The Willow’and round off a great evening.

And then to Saturday and this time they came from Catalunya Nord and the French side of the Pyrenees, Scots, English and Germans and a Catalan party from Girona. There was a great turn out of tartan and Jaume (a Catalan, what else) regaled the other guests with an exemplarary bilingual toast to the lassies.

The Lindsay Grieve haggis went down a storm. Francesc piped a stormer and was joined by his friend in pipes, Enric.

Thank you all who came and dined, supped and stayed to make what was another couple of memorable evenings. Until next year when I will have to undertake ‘The Kilt Test’ yet again wondering whether I’ll manage to fit in with a ‘Squash and a Squeeze’ (thank you……….Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler).

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