Route finding in Crieff

Burns Weekend - 2nd & 3rd February

We were based in a new area this year - slap bang in the centre of Crieff.

Quite a change from the wilds beyond Invergarry.

Within "The Old Bakery", two spacious houses beautifully renovated from a former bakery, gave us comfortable accommodation. Centrally located, they are close to all amenities but set well back from the High Street to give a feeling of seclusion.

This central location and seclusion gave Moray Clubbers route finding problems....................we couldn't find it!

The Old Bakery was restored and transformed in 2007,
so everything is shiny and brand new!

Bill and Roni who organised the weekend had 'reserved' the master bedroom, it was huge, in previous years the whole club would have happily dossed down in a room this size....

The kitchen was very modern and the large dining table sat 11 of us in companionable comfort.

The slightly smaller of the two houses, the Granary, was by no means inferior and had a super 'party' plan, lounge/kitchen/diner.

The Oven house boasted an upstairs lounge where we all collapsed after our huge plates of Haggis neeps 'n tatties.

Ron gave the address to (his) (vegetarian) haggis.
You can see from the food piled up on the plates that the club likes it's grub!

Not quite sure what Ron was expecting to find under the salver......

..........maybe he thought it was the odd looking object that was hiding up Andy's kilt.......

....which strangley appeared on Bill's head.
First time he's had a full head of hair in a long time!

Jim gave a brilliantly delivered, 'Tam o' Shanter', the single candle recreating the old-time atmosphere; it was not difficult to imagine Rabbie amongst us.

If you weren't there you'll just have to imagine the magical cadence of Jim's voice.

Of course there is a moral to the the male members should note,

Now wha this tale o’truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother’s son tak heed
Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o’er dear,
Remember Tam O’ Shanter’s mare.
After such a good entertainment from Jim, Bill gave a version of 'To a louse'

scroll down to see.........................

Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer bellie efter the feastie,
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There starts to stir an enormous wind.

The neeps ‘n’ tatties ‘n’ mushy peas
Start working like a gentle breeze
But soon the pudding wi' the sauncie face
Will hae ye blawin' a' ower the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
a'body's gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
it's like a bullet - oot a rifle

Hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair
‘n’ tae try tae stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
‘n’ Pray tae God it disnae reek

But a' yer efforts go asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder
Ricochets aroond the room
Michty me! a sonic boom
Oh God almighty it fairly reeks
A' hope a' huvnae s**t ma breeks
Tae the bog a' better scurry
Whit the hell, it's no ma worry

A'body roon aboot me choakin'
One or two are nearly boakin'
I'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile

It WIS him!
I shout wi’ accusin glower
Alas too late, he's just keeled ower

Ye dirty bugger!

They shout and stare
I'm no that welcome any mair
Where e're ye go let yer wind gang free
That sounds jist the joab fir me

Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' one wee farty.

It was a fantastic weekend.

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