There were many highlights on my Big Aberdeen Weekender.
Meeting Mrs RM and not having my chips nicked, sunrise over Peterhead, the reopening of the Aberdeen Art Gallery (finally) .
But the highlight was eating a mince beef pie and Bovril (food and drink matching, natch) at the Huntly v Buckie Highland League classic.
I thought I’d outdone Duncan for obscurity. Turns out he was half an hour away in East Aberdeen.
Runaway leaders against a team who had won once all season.
Buckie fans, in Celtic green and white, outnumbered Huntly 2-to-1 and had much better swearing.
Blue skies, grey clouds, queue for the pies.

The sun was in the Buckie goalie’s eyes.
Within 19 minutes they were 4-0 down, not even the crisp pastry and succulent oozy filling of the pies could cheer them up.
“****”, “you ******* ****” etc
Compared to City v Atalanta 4 days earlier it was a different sport, but utterly compelling as Buckie pulled it back to 4-3 and found 7 minutes of added time before releasing a jubilant home crowd to head towards the pub.
As did I.
There’s not a lot to Huntly, smaller than Waterbeach and known mainly for producing shortbread and David Cameron’s Dad.

But, as their supporters sing, “As least we’re not Keith“.
And the Crown was a bustling corker, albeit a bastion of male drinking.
Resisting the wares of local Strongbrew Brewery, I went for the Windswept Wolf (NBSS 3.5) which WhatPub solemnly warns is a KeyKeg beer.
My favourite Scottish beer these days, the perfect accompaniment to a seven goal thriller.
I just hope Huntly don’t think I’m going to be their lucky mascot, though I might get a season ticket to the pies. (NPSS 5).
I’m no expert but there doesn’t look to be enough lard in the pastry for that to be a proper Scotch Pie.
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My stomach suggests otherwise, Paul!
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I like a nice Scotch Pie and remember getting a lovely one for £1 six years ago from a butchers shop in inverness, much nicer and cheaper than one of Tim’s breakfasts in Tim’s nearby King’s Highway.
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Ray Bailey may disagree…😉
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Goal…coal…George Stephenson was originally a coal miner. A keen gardener throughout his life, during his last years at Tapton House, he built hothouses in the estate gardens, growing exotic fruits and vegetables in a not-too-friendly rivalry with Joseph Paxton’s father, then the head gardener at nearby Chatsworth House, and twice beating the master of the craft.
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Goal … coal … and coal was what our neighbour mentioned yesterday while discussing her plans for New Years Eve. It’s usually beer she’s brought over from Germany but I think the coal idea comes from Scotland.
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Amazed to see Fort William not at their accustomed place at the foot of the Highland League.
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But still at the foot of Ben Nevis ?
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I blame VAR.
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Fantastic! Love a non league football classic followed by beer….
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You should post on Solihull Moor and the estate boozer down the road (odd name).
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Good shout 👍 The Acres? The Hobs Meadow?
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Damson Acres ?!?!
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Plum Acres is on the edge of Burslem.
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Is there a pub?
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Port Vale territory!
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