Talking of haggis. When we lived on the Hebrides my wife and I went on a sporran decorating course run by the famous highland sporran weaver Norrie Two Bonnets. The bothy where we stayed was next to a haggis farm. In the evening we often went down to see the young haggii in their brood pens. They were cute but easily exited and could give you a nasty nip. They were fed on clootie dumpling, deep fried turnips and rumbledethumps which saw them grow rapidly into fully adult haggii in 6 to eight weeks. Once adult the young haggii were allowed out to roam freely across the surrounding peat bogs. The owner of the haggis farm, Jock Strap, had been in the business all his life and he could trace his ancestory way back. There were records showing that Strap family haggii were prized by none other than Robert the Bruce. There is an etching in the National Museum of Scotland showing Robert enjoying haggis and neaps before the Battle of Bannockburn. At the age of 9 months to a year the haggii were rounded up and humanely slaughtered, in the traditional way, with a battered, deep fried claymore.
It's so nice to reminisce on such good times.