Immeasurably More

Tonight I learned to play a game called " Killers ".  Essentially, everyone is assigned a number from the dart board and loses a point when another player gets a dart in their section. Everyone throws a pound into the kitty and the last person standing takes home the money. Can't remember the last time I played darts.  Never played in a pub before.  Won 2 out of 3 games so I'm 8 pounds richer than I was before.  This is either a wild case of beginner's luck, or my opponents were really off their games.  Or both.

Scotland's most lauded poet Robert Burns was born January 25, 1759 making tonight Burns Night.  In honor of the man and his Address to a Haggis , a friend and I went out for haggis, neeps (swede in English and rutabaga in the US) and tatties (potato) with whiskey sauce. I can't claim to have been won over to Robert Burns's opinion of the haggis, but once a year I think I can manage.  My principal objection to tonight's meal was that the haggis, neeps and tatties were all the same texture.

I wanted to go to church today so I found my hotel on Google maps and picked the church geographically closest to me.  This is the interior, but of course the photo doesn't do it justice.  The sanctuary is round, reminding me of the church my late grandparents attended.  The ceiling beams and the ceiling over the organ are painted with an intricate pattern.  The first song we sang was new to me and had a definite authentic celtic lilt.