Oh, come on, what would you have come up with ?
It’s certainly in a magical location, with a view across the Moray Firth to Cromarty and the start of the UK’s biggest GBG desert (next Guide stop John O’ Groats).
Charlie Chaplin used to come here on holiday. Sadly his NBSS scores for the 80/ at the Newton Hotel aren’t as well documented as Norman Wisdom’s views on the Okells in Douglas.
I started at the beach, which looked better in black and white.
It’s not a posh resort, probably more akin to Gravesend than Whitstable, but as you’ll know Gravesend was good enough for Pocahontas.
The narrow rows of housing that make up Fishertown are the highlight, gentrification of a sort, while the town centre suffers in comparison.
There’s some gems among the boarded up stores and vape shops.
And any town good enough for Mark E Smith and Mr Clarke is good enough for me.
I spent an hour examining old graveyards and older football grounds, mystified at how a town of 10,000 supports such a vast B & B trade.
Or perhaps it doesn’t. I guess people just come to visit the half dozen pet shop.
If anyone has stayed in the Cuir Air Arms, please let us know.
Then I stumbled on this place, which seems to have provided the inspiration for a certain Manchester pub.
No idea what it is now. Someone will.
Which leaves us with the GBG Bandstand, the “Real Ale Bar” of the smart looking Braeval Hotel.
With massive good fortune, I’d just missed their equally massive beer festival.
And I’d also turned up at the quiet time. “Come at 4.30 and it’ll be rammed“. What can people possibly be doing that’s more important than drinking these ales ?
Because I should really have been on Orkney, RIGHT THEN, I went for Scapa Special which was cool and rich, an impressive 3.5. The Bon Accord of the north.
The bar staff were young, cheerful and chatty, and although they had “Galway Girl” playing, it was the one by Steve Earle, not Ed.
And you can be there on the train from Waterbeach in 10:35 hours. Why isn’t it packed ?