Have just returned from my annual beating of the Haggis on the estate in the Craighorns, it was a great morning with an early rise at 2.15am to be ready for the beaters bringing the first herd within our sights around 2.45am. We all had a good bag and left to sample the first blood with a toast at the house.
Unfortunately the day finished with a bit of bad luck, whilst making a tactical withdrawl from the nasty critters, as their blood was up seeing so many of their brethren taken on the day. A sudden rush was made for us and my old retainer McDougal's tartan got caught on the heather and he was brought down in seconds

We battled to save him but by the time we pushed them back and reached his side he was close to death. He tried to raise himself as protocol expects, but due to his injuries I told him to lie still, his last words where, 'I canna go back to my wife with all balls but nae tinsel'.
We laid his body on the highest peak so that he could look over his beautiful highlands and smell the heather for eternity.
So when you toast in the New Year this eve, think of auld McDougal's immortal words, 'All Balls with Nae Tinsel' and raise a glass to him
