Burns' Night Supper in France

 This young man is engaged in just some of the preparation for the Burns' Night Supper I attended at Chavagnes International College last week. As always, it was a joy to visit there and see young men being truly formed for life in the fullness of the Catholic Faith.

The clergy seem to be getting a taste of the aperitif ahead of times.

A moderate scoop of Vendean sparkling pear juice and Kir.

Although it didn't take long for others to spot the preferential treatment 

and follow suit.

 

 A pipe band, including drummers, 

(apparently quite popular in this part of France)

led us in to the Supper.

 Visitors joined the boys for the traditional fare.

 

 

 The Headmaster prepares teh chef and his helper for the piping in of the Haggis.

And here it comes.

 Making quite a tour of the room.

 The address to the Haggis was given by one of the students,

having practised his Scottish accent under the unenviable tutelage of the School's Chaplain.

 The precious liquid is poured in.

And then, O what a glorious sight,

Warm-reekin, rich!

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 

Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!

 One of the younger guests was keen to get in on the action.

The Immortal Memory!

Or was this to the King over the Sea?

(one added in to Catholicise the occasion!)

 A toast to the Lassies!

 Being Chavagnes Boys, there was a certain amount of striking a pose 

and a certain amount of eccentricity.

 The Band put on a good show

- and it was certainly loud!