A fistful of haggis

As we drove south from Glasgow, I had many things on my mind for this odyssey through Great Britain all the way down to Brighton.

Walk around the lakes of Lake District. Stay in a castle with almost proper plumbing. Chew down a few Kendal Mint Cake for the inevitable sugar rush. Drive on the wrong side of the road. Walk along the Brighton pier. Count all the sheep. All of them.

Always interesting to drive on the wrong side of the road.

But first things first. We stopped in Thornhill for lunch where I had to start with a proper haggis, the national dish of Scotland. It usually consists of various entrails such as heart, liver and lungs. My friends looked at me in disgust, but haggis is often quite tasty.

With that beast in my stomach, we continued south towards other adventures. “Whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye!”, as they would say around here. Now where’s my Irn-Bru?