Day 11
Yesterday being St Andrew's day, the Scots amongst us felt it appropriate to start the day with bagpipes and eight some reels. Despite the groans and protestations of the English on board the afternoon was also spent on renditions of ?Flower of Scotland? etc etc.
Once again ?Cattitude? was dressed for a formal dinner in the evening, the table decked with tartan napkins and the traditional Scottish haggis (a 15lb beast!) was served. It was duly addressed (with apologies to Robert Burns) and killed on the table. Pudding was of course that most delicate of Scottish treats ? Deep Fried Mars Bar!! The crew appeared in specially made cardboard tartan ties to mark the occasion.
We are well under the thousand miles to go mark and recorded a top speed of 16.7 knots in the last 24 hours. Woo hoo!!
Ode tae a haggis (with apologies to Robert Burns)
Great chieftain o? the puddin? race
As we cross the ocean at a fearsome pace
We want tae honour your bonnie face
Wi michty cheer
So noo we toast St Andrew and ye
Wi whisky and beer
We?ve tasted puddings, black, white and steamed
But nane can match it?s of ye we?ve dreamed
Especially wi spuds and turnips creamed
Oh michty me!
Ma mooth is drookit jist the noo
When I think of thee
So wield the dirk and haud it high
Let yer spicy innards burst and fly
For the sake o St Andrew and Scots ye die!
Tae feed oor face
So raise yer glasses, toast the haggis
Noo let?s say grace
Grace
Some hae meet and canny eat
And they are very crankit.
We hae meat and we can eat
So let the Lord be thankit.