Property News · March 14, 2014

Let's move to Arbroath, Angus


It’s the perfect Scottish fishing port – even without the smokiesWhat’s going for it? You know what I’ve come for. I’ve already swotted up on the Nigel Slater recipe, involving cream and cheese (of course). The word on the street is that Arbroath smokies, those little fishy deliverers of joy, were in fact “invented” in the neighbouring village of Auchmithie, when a cottage with haddock hanging up to dry burned down, and canny firefighters plucked out a fresh smoker for a nibble. But I don’t bring it up. Local rivalries are best not stoked, especially by southerners. The smokie alone might be excuse enough to move here, but the town doesn’t disappoint either, conforming within an inch to expectations of a Scottish fishing port: low-slung, ruddy, stone fishermen’s cottages, wild weather, cliffs, moors behind and slightly intimidating old boozers. It’s a growling place with barely a whiff of pretension or gentrification. And it surprises, too: it’s a lot bigger than I’d thought, with a hefty old centre of handsome buildings and a vast ruined abbey spooky against the skyline, all revealing the town’s historic importance, thanks to one rather famous little haddock.The case against Fish processing: whiffy, but you get used to it. Some might find it a bit grey. I like grey. Some might dislike the pebbledash. I like pebbledash. The old centre is split by the thundering A92. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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