Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Burns Night


Alex almost called her to return, but he trusted even Daphne Farnham could not find trouble just a few feet from where he stood. He took advantage of the water in the rock pool to wash himself, and thought about their current situation.

It was amazing how life could put things in perspective. After you have contemplated dying of thirst and exposure in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a tropical island, deserted or not, is a paradise by comparison. He and Miss Farnham appeared to be whole and relatively unscathed. There were birds here, and birds meant meat and eggs. He would build a fire. There was, most importantly, fresh water.

It could be much, much worse. Alex hummed a Rabbie Burns melody to himself as he scrubbed his arms at the edge of the pool.
--Castaway Dreams, WIP

Tonight is Burns Night, a celebration of the life and work of Scotland's Bard, Robert Burns.  Burns is best known to Americans for penning "Auld Lang Syne", but his body of work encompasses much, much more.

Burns is also the favorite poet of the hero of Castaway Dreams, Scottish surgeon Alexander Murray.  Tonight I'll toast Burns with Scotland's finest export.  For this occasion I believe I'll pull out the dusty bottle of Scott's Selection (1964), the one I save for special evenings. The Bard of Scotland deserves only the best.



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