"That was a good night - I really enjoyed it."
Angus McKinnon - PGLE
"I'm looking forward to my supper and wish you all the best for the coming year."
Ewan Rutherford - PGLE
"May you go from strength to strength"
Maurice Wilson - PGLE
"Brotherly Love's a great wee lodge - I love it."
Jim Gillanders - 1316
"The Brotherly Love Burns Night? Never surpassed!"
Robert Sinclair - 226
"Just go over that bit again, son"
Jimmy Knox - 1428
"You always get the warmest of welcomes."
Roddy Henretty - CLX
"I only need the one prompt, thank you!"
John McQueen - 1428
"Affiliating to 1428 is one of the best things I've done!"
Keith Millar - 1428
"That's no the Tyler's Toast already, is it?"
Kenny Renton - 392
"That's another excellent degree tonight lads, well done."
Ronnie King - 1316
"Mind now - they pies are hot!"
Dougie Sneddon - 151
"I might affiliate next year."
David McNeill - 392
"A very good FC degree followed by a very good harmony."
Ralph Shaw - 48
more to come . . .
In Ardrossan, harmony was offered by stewards from Lodge Asda No. 5064 (branches at the last count), who are now well-known for serving breakfasts of sizes greater than those of Lodge Calmac No.35 (ships at the last count).
Arriving at Ardrossan waterfront, many of the Brethren had expected to be carried on floats across the Firth of Clyde and being lifted off the floats at Brodick, where the hills were so steep, that it was impossible to ascend from the floats without assistance being rendered by brethren stationed there for that purpose, giving the assistance needed – "Aye, jist jump aff when Ah nod mah heid!" However, M.V. Caledonian Isles had now replaced the floats, and, being startled by the calmness of the Ferry and their early rise, several brethren took moments to reflect, closing their eyes to give those matters more serious consideration.
On sojourning a short distance from Brodick to Lamlash, the sojourners arrived at the foot of a winding path, the first part numbering 3 yards, the second part numbering 5 yards and the third part 7 yards, where they were opposed by the Senior Warden, who demanded of them, “ Hae aw youse got return tickets?” - their answer proving satisfactory, the Senior Warden said “Pass”. They then entered the Lodge premises of Lodge St Molios No. 774, which had been open (but not tyled) for early arriving brethren.
At the meeting, we - as our travellers had now met up with their trusty ex-pat local guide and translator - entered into the Lodge (included in a deputation of visitors), saluting the Master and both Wardens in true P.G.L.E. manner.
Later, the working tools of a social mason were presented to us - the Knife, the Fork and the Spoon - the operative uses of which we were familiar, having had previous explanations of those working tools at Lodge Asda No. 5064, and also at Lodge Old Pier Tearoom No. 2 (ex school jannie & his good lady). With the moral significance of the Knife, the Fork and the Spoon, we were not unduly concerned, as a delicious chicken stew served to demonstrate their practical uses, not just for one but two helpings thereof. A third helping was declined, the working tools being worn out.
The sojourners now embarked upon their return journey, and after alighting on the mainland once their ferry crossing was complete, they savoured the delights of Lodge Palazzo Fish & Chips No. 99 (Glasgow Street, Ardrossan KA27 9OP), selecting the ‘saut an sauce’ rather than ‘saut & vinegar’ which are the approved condiments of this far-flung region in the West. And now, suitably prepared for their expedition of home-coming and heading East without the benefit of their guide, who had remained “across the watter” in an effort to convert the natives to the Proper Method of Entering a Lodge, they made their way homeward, declaring that this adventure would be recorded for posterity in their annals, and vowing to return.
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Several brethren, not having observed a Third Degree per the Goudielock’s ritual, conspired to observe them by any means, even having recourse to travel. On the eve of carrying their scheme into execution, some of them recanted but the other seven, being of a more determined and atrocious character than the rest, persisted in their impious designs, in the prosecution of which, they ignored the South, the West and the North gates, but assembled themselves, instead, at Hermiston Gait, at the ungodly hour of hivvens o’clock.
There a number of Brethren were heard to offer up their adorations to the Most High exclaiming “Oh God, Davie, did we need to be this early in the morning?”, whilst others proclaimed “Dear God, will we have time for breakfast?” Their devotions being ended, they did alight into 2 chariots, the first having four - the second having three - no one having a chariot with seven seats.
Proceeding onwards, they then sojourned by way of the old Roman way, numbered 1008 (Latin scholars amongst us will, of course, know the Latin M for 1000). But again the name of the Lord was invoked when the chariots were driven through the village of Dalry, not the direction intended, some brethren exclaiming“Oh God, are we back in Edinburgh”, whilst others exclaimed“Oh God, we’ve missed the way”. Each having a similar import - the first meaning“Alas, the driver”, and the second,“The driver needs slain”