After a quick tour of Dundee, we made our way through the Kingdom of Fife and Angus. We stopped to see Glamis Castle, where the Queen Mum lived as a girl. I could see her sending her page to fetch Dubonnet and gin for a picnic under this tree. Well, maybe not as a girl...
The grounds are dotted with Highland cattle ("Heeland coos"), and I was obsessed with getting one to approach me so I could take a close-up shot. My attempts were not successful.
The drive through the Kingdom of Fife and Angus was amazing! Dramatic skies, lots of sheep and lambs (though not in this picture). We stopped to visit the house that Mark and his family used to live in.
In Arbroath, we hiked along the coast and took a walk through the ruins of Arbroath Abbey. Before we left, I found a seafood shop, where I bought my souvenir of Arbroath: an Arbroath smokie, aka smoked haddock. When we got back to Paris, my sister and I tried it; we agreed it wasn't that great straight up, but it was tasty when made into a pot of Cullen skink.
That evening, we drove to Glasgow, where we met up with Mark's old friend Fharhad, his sister Emma, her husband Stefan and their two adorable boys. We had a fantastic curry dinner (I WAS DYING for spicy food) at Mother India's and then stayed up late having hilarious conversations. I didn't take any pictures, which is evidence that it was super fun.
After a huge breakfast the next morning, Mark/Fharhad and I drove to Anstruther, a fishing village in the East Neuk.
Anstruther is famous for its fish and chip shop. Stefan told us not to get our hopes up too high, because "at the end of the day, it's still just fish and chips." But! They were fantastic. The haddock was sweet, the batter was crisp and shattery and not at all greasy.
After lunch, we drove to Crail, another tiny village in the Neuk. We walked down to the coast, which was super beautiful. We were lucky with the weather that day, right?
On the drive to Saint Andrews, we passed this ridiculously charming church on a bluff overlooking the ocean.
It was Saint Andrews graduation weekend, so we got to see lots of graduates decked out in kilts. We also walked through the ruins of the cathedral, ate ice cream, and strolled through the golf course and onto the beach.
After spending the afternoon in Saint Andrews, we drove back through Dundee to visit with Fharhad's dad. It was his day off, so he offered to whip up his famous onion pakoras with tomato chutney and a lovely chicken curry. He gently admonished Fharhad for giving him only 30 minutes notice or he could have made us something "really good," which made me laugh. If 3 hungry people showed at my house, I would probably be forced to suggest going out for tacos.
And later that evening, Mark had a mini-reunion in Edinburgh with his best friends from the High School of Dundee, David and Fharhad.
And this is the three musketeers, last time they got together (on film!):
Next post: a road trip to the Isle of Skye and the Highlands.