Burns 250

Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures;

Give me with young Folly to live;

I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,

But Folly has raptures to give.


Ah, Mr. Burns, how right thou surely art. Raptures aplenty, and this year off we go for real to seek them out across the broad world. The 48 page passport under request and who knows what stamps will lie within five years hence. Here's to many.

Typing now in the Dairy Queen after another excellent jog on ye old treadmill, and a weekend in which further foundations are laid for the plans to come. (Girl in sandals just walked by, you have to love it).

Out myself to type the remainder of this at the foot of Rabbie himself. 10 years ago, it was the statue in Glasgow and George Square. Where next? (as Loch Lomond comes on the Ipod...)

Alas not a wreath in the Halifax cold beneath our man. A wonderful statue. Respects to be paid. Another item on the list of things to do in Halifax before leaving to ensure luck on the voyage crossed off. Soon to take the final wee dram(s) for a few weeks at "home" from the Highland Park 12. Long may you run, Rabbie, and long may the drunkards toast to your Immortal Memory.