Journeying to Inverballoch with his wife for the Burns Night dinner, Inspector Henry Peckover encounters the insulting Oxford don Sir Gilbert Potter, whose unpopular habits result in his untimely death
A group of people, mostly archaeologists and Inverballoch residents, are celebrating Burns night where haggis and drinks and medieval butter are a-plenty, along with murder when the guest of honour, Sir Gilbert Potter, gets it in the neck with a dirk later in the night. Druids, a missing laird, a bog man turning up, Peckover's verses, the astute journalists and the floundering coppers, there's just too much humor in this the plot got buried somewhat, but it was still entertaining.
This book was in the new book section of the Minneapolis public library around 1995-6. Twenty years later I still remember it was hilarious. There was a lot about Scottish cooking and other regional peculiarities and just plain funny observations about mankind. The main characters wife, a professional chef, is on a job and Detective Peckover is just company and on a break. So basically he looks arounds while she works. There were comments on whiskey, haggis, a lot about "neeps and tots" and so on. I wondered what neeps were all through the book.