Friday the 22nd of January 2016.
I had to walk past the house I used to live in this evening, which also meant walking past the pub across the road. To my delight there was a man standing outside playing the bagpipes (to be clear this isn’t a usual occurrence), the sound spread loudly in the cold, clear Winter’s air. I later discovered that on Monday the 25th of January most Scotsman (and women) gather for Burns Night; a celebration of the birth of Robert Burns, a poet famed for his many Scottish-resonating odes. The pub was celebrating this momentous occasion three days early with a ‘Burn’s Supper’ (haggis) as the pub is not open on Mondays. The piper stands out the front of the pub passionately playing his instrument to welcome the guests. I like long-standing traditions such as this.