The Caledonian Club was formed to promote Scottish Heritage in western Florida and to provide a social venue for anyone with Scottish Heritage or is interested in things Scottish


 The Caledonian Club of  Florida West

Welcome to our Website!

Allan M

If you haven’t heard of us before, we’re glad you found us on line. If you’re already a member, browse through our site to see what’s happening, visit our past event page to see what we have been doing, or  follow the past newsletters link to view more information regarding our events and activities.

The Club also contributes greatly to Sarasota County by providing our unique collection of Scottish Tartans at a variety of functions. Our charitable Foundation also contributes funds for the preservation our community’s Scottish Heritage.

If you’re interested in things Scottish, the preservation of Sarasota’s Scottish heritage and good fun. I hope you’ll join us for our festivities and fellowship. Feel free to contact us directly anytime.

President, Allan McIlraith



The 2015 Thistle Ball is now a distant memory, but what a great memory.  I think it was evident that we all had a good time, judging by the number of people crowding on to the dance floor at the end of the evening as we gathered to sing Auld Lang Syne.  I don’t know what was enjoyed more, the “the pass the parcel” game which we played early in the evening (a game from childhood days in Scotland), dancing of the Paul Jones or Gay Gordons, or the dueling Presidents of the British Club and St. Andrew’s Club vying for the Elimination Waltz prize.

Aside from the game, dancing, and the raffles, it was a pleasure to see everyone participating. having fun and enjoying themselves

Shona Burtner, Chairperson

Photos from “The Ball” are on the “Past Events Page“.



Check out our site “Past Events Page” for the reports and photos.  



 by Scottish Poet, James Hogg

Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock,
Of the ocean, the mist, and the wind-
Thou land of the torrent, the pine, and the oak,
Of the roebuck, the hart, and the hind;
Though bare are thy cliffs, and though barren thy glens,
Though bleak thy dun islands appear,
Yet kind are the hearts, and undaunted the clans,
That roam on these mountains so drear!

A foe from abroad, or a tyrant at home,
Could never thy ardour restrain;
The marshall’d array of imperial Rome
Essay’d thy proud spirit in vain!
Firm seat of religion, of valour, of truth,
Of genius unshackled and free,
The muses have left all the vales of the south,
My loved Caledonia, for thee!

Sweet land of the bay and wild-winding deeps
Where loveliness slumbers at even,
While far in the depth of the blue water sleeps
A calm little motionless heaven!
Thou land of the valley, the moor, and the hill,
Of the storm and the proud rolling wave-
Yes, thou art the land of fair liberty still,
And the land of my forefathers’ grave!