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Today, the Not Paticularly Dynamic Duo were dispatched halfway across Scotland to find a Very Big Wall. Our destination? A fair city on the East Coast, which is famous for a) Marmalade; b) Whaling, and c) Jute. The weather was dreich, to use a good Scots word. We got damp, but not dreepit, though our mission took us to a rather muddy construction site.
We got everything done in good time, and wound up going for lunch in a very nice cafe.
It always amuses me, the reaction that invariably comes when two women archaeologists march into a respectable cafe dressed in khaki combat trousers, shabby jumpers and tatty old Goretex jackets. The decent ladies always look at us askance. I don't know what they think of us. Perhaps they assume we're environmentalists on vacation. No doubt the ladies in question are big fans of the Time Team, and pride themselves on their cultured pursuits, but somehow they never make the connection.
When I got home, I enjoyed a belated Burns Supper of Vegetarian Haggis, Neeps and Tatties. My husband had disembowelled the Haggis before it went in the microwave, so the act of stabbing the thing through the heart and gralloching it was accomplished before it was served up on the table. Nonetheless, it inspired this modern day interpretation of a classic Burns verse from my hubby:-
Fair fu' yer lentil beany face,
Great Chieftain o' the Veggie Race
Aboon them a' ye tak yer place
And Rightly so...
