Most people visit St Andrews to go golfing but we had an alternative plan. We went out into the surrounding countryside and visited Scotland’s Secret Bunker, which is 100 feet underground beneath an innocuous looking farmhouse in the middle of the fields. It was the potential government nerve center in the case of a nuclear attack. As a group of baby boomers who grew up with nuclear drills in school, it was a somewhat creepy, yet fascinating, reminder of the threat we all lived with then, and unfortunately perhaps again?
While we were down there, we became fascinated with an old movie of some sort they were playing on monitors in several of the rooms. It was basically about the drama of the people working one of these bunkers during an actual nuclear attack. Even creepier! Creepiest yet was that just as we were back topside and walking back to our car, somebody set off the air raid siren. That was just a touch too real.
While in St Andrews, we also visited the ruins of both St Andrews Abbey and the castle, but as each site charged at least five pounds entrance fee, our visits consisted of circling the outside, reading the signs, and snapping some pictures. How quickly we become immune to the charms of yet one more ancient medieval ruin. It had better be worth our time and pounds!
We stopped into the coastal town of Arbroath to hunt down some of their famous smokies, which are smoked haddock. In fact we learned that Arbroath smokies is a copywrited term, so to be called that, they have to be smoked within 8 km of Arbroath. We were not quite sure what to do with them or how to eat them, so we decided just to take them along with us and figure them out later. With our bundle of smoked fish in hand, we then found a lunch with by far the best fish and chips we’ve had on this trip, also haddock.
We pulled into Stonehaven, where we are staying the night, with time to spare to walk along the waterfront boardwalk and enjoy the views with the setting sun. We found some wine, Tucs crackers, pate, olives, and cheese to go with our smokies for dinner. Yum!
I bet the Tucs were for Tami, the smokies for Mike. Great sounding combo (glad there was wine to wash it down).
You are right that Tami picked out the Tucs, but the smokies were Julie’s find. As the other man said, if you have to smoke, smoke fish!
Were they as good as they look? We had LOTS of amazing fish in Portugal. One of my favs was grilled octopus…so delicious.
They were VERY good, but had LOTS of tiny bones. I remember the baby octopi we had first night in Spain – so good too!