FITTIE AND FITBA IN ABERDEEN

I am so woke (if not actually awake) I’m able to give obscure Aberdeenshire villages their preferred names; the same applies to our national sport. Not content with my first Highland League fixture, I made Sunday the designated “Watch Scottish football on TV in a pub” day. Where better than famed Belhaven boozer Ma Cameron’s… Continue reading FITTIE AND FITBA IN ABERDEEN

HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS

As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS