I’m on the way back from Scotland now, (Spoiler) defeated in my quest to reach the fabled Orkneys but buoyed by the accumulation of a wealth of scenic discoveries. And 30 ticks.
So the chances of this blog being up-to-date by the end-of-month review are Less Than Zero.
But I’ll press on, back at Dunkeld and Birnam Station.
Inexplicably, it was getting dark by 6.45pm. I thought it stayed light for hours longer in the North.
It was Wednesday, not Sunday, but I instinctively felt a need to phone my two Dunkeld ticks to make sure they’d serve me if I turned up after dark.
“We may close early if there’s no-one in” said one of them, helpfully. See Mudgie here.
I’d already booked into my Guest House next to the station, the marvellous Merryburn in Birnam,
and been shown the bar with honesty box. Could this be a pre-emptive tick ?
Ten minutes walk in pitch darkness across the Tay, guided by the flickering light of a hundred televisions showing Strictly Bakeoff repeats.
took me to the Perth Arms, whose landlady had sounded incredibly friendly on the phone.
Dunkeld is quite an upmarket resort on the edge of the Cairngorms, so upmarket that Paul Mudge stayed here recently.
The Perth Arms looked like the sole boozer, a few Old Boys and local couples settling down for Tennents and TV.
The Landlady seemed pleased when I went for the local Strathbraan, “Ooh have you tried it” though happily I was spared tasters and CAMRA discounts.
Nice creamy head, full of flavour, touch cooler would be nice, easy NBSS 3.
Scottish pubs, as opposed to hotel bars, are often tiny, and I found myself sitting at the bar to avoid the gentlefolk munching on haggis and chips. Haggis sure looked tempting, and as you know is indigenous to the Perth area.
The Landlady, by now in my Top 5 of 2019, brought the WiFi code over to me.
It didn’t work, of course, so instead I watched as Chelsea nicked a win in Amsterdam.