In Celebration of Robert Burns

Rena George Scotland 6 Comments

It’s Scotland, the date 1759…

Burns cottage rear

Picture a freezing cold late January night in wintery Ayrshire, perhaps with snow swirling around the door of the low clay-built cottage above.

The recess bed where Burns was born

The recess bed where Burns was born

Candles flicker around the tiny kitchen as Agnes Burnes, in the later stages of childbirth, takes to her bed in the dark recess. It is here that her, and husband William’s, firstborn son, Robert, comes into the world.

William is a market gardener, Agnes a dutiful wife. They live simply off the little bit of land they own.

The Farmer

Baby Robert will be brought up to learn his father’s farming skills. He will scatter seeds, and plough the fields, and harvest the crops, just like his other, younger male siblings.

Reconstructed head showing what forensic experts at Dundee University believe Robert Burns may really have looked like. Image courtesy of university.

Reconstructed head showing what forensic experts at Dundee University believe Robert Burns may really have looked like. Image courtesy of university.

The Poet

But Robert is different, for when his day’s work is done, and by the guttering light of a candle, he pens his poignant verses and poems. Robert’s literary brilliance earns so much public acclaim that even now, more than 200 years later, his poems are still recited the world over.

You might have guessed that I am a fan!

Burns Supper

Tomorrow evening people all around the globe will gather to celebrate Robert’s birth. We will eat delicious, steaming haggis, neeps and tatties, and enjoy a wee dram – and toast the man’s genius.

His lovely auld Scots’ words will be sung and spoken, and we will all get a bit nostalgic about times gone by.

It’s all part of Burns’ Night – and it’s magical.

Enjoy your Burns Suppers, everyone. I know I will.

Rx

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      Thanks, Sue. The Burns supper was wonderful. I really enjoy my haggis, neeps and tatties at this time of year, but like turkey at Christmas, I wouldn’t want to eat it all the time. Rx

  1. Happy Burns Night Rena! I recently visited a pub in Dumfries ( we had a Writers Scotland meeting there) and sat on ‘Burns’s stool’. We had our meeting in the very room he frequented. Upstairs, the room he slept in (reputedly with the barmaid who then became pregnant with his child!) is preserved, and etchings of his poetry, in his handwriting, are visible in the glass of the window panes. The place is of course now looked after by Historic Scotland but I believe their are many such places throughout Scotland – such was Rabbie’s reputation!

    Janice xx

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      I knew exactly where you are, Janice – the Globe in Dumfries, isn’t it? It was closed when we were there, so I am very envious that you and your writing friends were able to meet in that room. Hope your Burns Night was as lovely as mine. Rx

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