Location: Angus area| Time: 30th January afternoon
Saturday, and I was off work and the sun was shining and I was shattered after a very long week at work and being out with Ian the day before along with having a take away pizza with a bear, forgetting to take flowers to Dundee and being the only sober person at a candle party. But I still found the energy to drag myself out of bed and going for an adventure with father. We met at Dundee botanics as we often do as they do great food and it’s easy for us both to get to. After a light brunch we decided to venture up the east coast and my favourite place in the world, the county of Angus. Being Kelmans though we didn’t go the obvious way and went all the back roads. 1st place we stopped off at was Tealing and its dovecot built in 1595 and very well preserved. beside this down a little country road and wee path that leads to a blocked off gate which you need to climb over, is an earth house. This is an iron age cellar for a round house and although not as large as the ones found elsewhere in Angus (like Ardestie) it was pretty impressive. And through our lives exploring Angus neither of us have come across it before. Seems like Angus still has some surprises left.
After this we tempted fate and headed north east towards the snow. As we were in the area we popped into Crombie country park where when I was young we went to frequently. This time though there was no playing commandos or setting up ambushes but we did do the next best thing, we skidded ice over the beautiful frozen reservoir after a walk around the large park. This usually makes a fabulous whistling sound but unfortunately the ice was too deep and we just got a faint buzz, but it was still very satisfying. Of course father enjoyed playing cave man with a big stick and thumping the ice until we could break some off to throw.
By this time we were very cold and my hands were frozen under my gloves so where better to go then the actual coast and Arbroath. As the light was amazing and Arbroath is built mainly in a beautiful local red sandstone, the place looked amazing. We went to the abbey 1st and enjoyed the lovely historic site bathed in sunshine. Of course we had a rendition of patriotic “It’s not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom – for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself”. Dam those guys knew how to write propaganda back in 1320!
Then it was to St Vigeans just outside Arbroath. This is a very historic site and there were a lot of pictish carved stones found here, which we didn’t see this time as the museum was locked up. we did however have a look at the impressive church built using local stone, including some of the pictish carved one. Quite poetic really as their religion amalgamated the pictish one in the end anyway. By this time the sun was starting to get low so we decided to go to the Seaton cliffs. Another of my favourite places, used to climb them a lot as a child and still have the talent for doing so in me, even in the freezing cold with ice on parts of the cliffs. Makes you feel alive. As beautiful as the cliffs are they are really hard to photograph well as just so vast the lens can’t quite capture it all. We did listen to the waves move the pebbles with that great sound it makes. Love that. then as the sun set we headed back to the car and I managed to get some lovely shots of the sunset from the beach at the bottom of the cliffs. And the sun put on a lovely show for me, all reds and oranges and reflections in water, a lovely end to a beautiful day. And to end it all just right we headed to my home town of Carnoustie to have a gorgeous home cooked meal with old friends. Good food and good company to end a good busy day, how they should always end.