The Globe Inn is the most prominent of all the pubs associated with Robert Burns, Bard of Ayrshire and hard drinker, born 260 years ago. Sitting along a narrow wynd, the Globe is a shrine to Burns’s life and times – but no Disneyesque creation this. Ancient timber panellings cover three tiny rooms – all of them museum pieces – with varnish upon varnish upon scuffed, knocked-about, well-worn surfaces. Burns’s favoured chair sits by a magnificent fireplace. The deal is, if you sit in it you must treat the pub to a round, then recite something from his vast canon. I’m ashamed to say I did and I didn’t. My parsimony now haunts me. A home-cooked menu starts with haggis fritter on peppered clapshot with peated cream sauce – a mini Burns Supper that delighted this offal purist.