Still reporting from late June, as I head along the Angus coast and spend a night in the birthplace of two (2) legendary names.
Last year we stopped in Blaigowrie (3 ticks), another place I’d never heard of before 2021.
Kirriemuir (pop. 6,000) ? Nope. Best stop the night and explore.
The Airlie Arms is the Guide entry AND my (almost) budget motel room for the night, and offers an inauspicious start as a
duck pigeon splats on my jeans (not shown) and there’s no parking close by.
The rooms are decent, the staff lovely, the Airlie itself modernised (ugh) and lacking seating in the bar area.
But it’s busy with diners midweek, and the Loch Lomond pale is cool and crisp (NBSS 3), one of the better pints so far.
Look ! Lacings !
You can walk the whole of Kirriemuir in half an hour, and I did, and very quaint it is too.
But you’ll be drawn to the statue of Peter Pan, who was born in the town in 1902, though as you’ll know he never grows up. Like someone else you know.
Who could resist “Peter Chan” for late night crispy beef and Singapore rice ? This must be the only Chinese takeaway with a side hustle in Peter Pan memorabilia.
Friday night in Angus, and The Attic (almost certainly not a pre-emptive) was hosting an 18th birthday party, invitees only. I often feel 18, apart from the knees.
But beyond the Attic lay the back entrance to Roods Bar, which What Pub insisted offered cask.
And What Pub is never wrong. Is it ?