"Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit."
--Robert Burns
After we met Hetty at Waverly Station in Edinburgh, Chris and I hurried back to the hostel to fetch our bags before jumping on board a train bound for Glasgow. Our stop was not Scotland's other big city, but rather an ancient little farming town between the two called Linlithgow. It was here, at Bonnytoun Farms, that Hetty had some "relatives." The reality of the situation is this: Hetty's family is good friends with a woman named Ruthie who they grew up around and called their "cousin." Ruthie some seven years ago met a nice Scottish boy named Ben who had come to America on holiday and decided to stay. They married, and a little while later moved back to Scotland to take over the family farm. At the time we were arriving, however, Ruthie was actually on holiday herself in the States and thus Ben and two of their children (five year old Casper and 2 year old Poppy) were the ones to greet us along with their sheep dog Dash and family dog Rover.
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