Heuch!

A very wet day, so I didn't really get anything on my walk into Killin, except soaked. I did see 3 jays, though; always a rare treat in Scotland. None called Caroline, as far as I could tell ;)
The evening was the Burns Supper, the usual splendid affair. Fine witty speeches, huge piles of haggis, a drunken piper and a ceilidh; the works!
The dancin' went on till the wee sma' hours... Scottish Country dancing was followed by tango. There was a very bizarre sight of a room full of people doing the yoga flying dragon sequence, well beyond the witching hour.
A word of advice to the gentlemen: do NOT do some of the flying dragon poses when attired in traditional highland dress. Eeeww.