On this day in 1759, Robert Burns was born, which means that tonight is Burns Night, an annual celebration of his life during which millions of people will be reciting Burns’ work, not least Address to a Haggis; eating haggis, neeps and tatties; and drinking Scotch. I shall be doing at least some of the above. This also gives me an excuse to send you the following two letters, both of which are amongst my favourite of