POLLY'S BIRTHDAY...


A year ago today, Polly arrived in the village.  One tin of sardines later, and she was on the sofa...




















The Twa Dogs  (excerpt)
by Robert Burns.


He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke,
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place;
His breast was white, his touzie back
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black;
His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl,
Hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl...  Add caption