This is the first of our
family "tour days" with Steve Mackie, of Rowan Travel, Auchterhouse, as
our driver. I remember as a child, and into my teens, enjoying our
holidays of "a day here and there" on Watson’s or Dickson’s tour buses. My
mother, granny, brother and myself would get up early enough for my granny
to do her usual job of cleaning out the fireplace grate and preparing the
fire in our main room to be lit to warm the house, even in summer, when we
got home, usually quite later in the day. My mother would put together
some sandwiches, usually buttered bread or rolls with peppered tomatoes,
sliced eggs, cheese or cucumber, along with some fresh fruit, usually
Scottish apples or pears or an Israeli Jaffa orange or two, and some
biscuits, to carry in her ever present shopping bag – and that’s the
difference between the Royal Family and mine: the Queen carries a handbag
with probably nothing in it, but my mother’s shopping bag carried her
money, her day to day shopping and, on day trips, the lunch. And this
picnic would always smokies if we went to Arbroath, baps if we went
Aberdeen, bridies if we went to Forfar. A special treat was to stop in a
tea room for "a nice cup of tea" – cups of tea were always "nice" to my
mother and granny – where I got lemonade (which was really orangeade or
Iron Bru) or a glass of milk to "skite the hunger aff us" before we
arrived home in Dundee.
There is so much to see and
do in Angus, the county of my birth (and also the name of my little Skye
terrier here in Phoenix). To my family, this will be the first of our
three Scottish day trips – a "Mystery Tour" to them where they have some
idea of where they are going, but know there is an element of surprise in
what road we’ll take, what we’ll do when we get there, and what the
journey will be like. I think it’s kind of like what one of my teachers in
Sunday School said to me, only a few years back, "Charlotte, when you
start talking I have no idea where we’ll end up, but I know getting there
will be a trip in itself."
Our Angus Day (Mileage/Driving Time
approx 4 hours)
With history stories and additional
interpretations and interjections as I learned them from my Granny, who
learned them from her Granny, who learned them from hers!
Location |
Route Planner |
Dundee
Leave 8:30 am |
Dundee to Broughty Ferry, Monifieth, Barry,
Carnoustie to Arbroath |
Arbroath |
Brief stop at Harbour to find smokies or
visit fisherman’s museum; brief stop at Arbroath Abbey to
consider the Declaration of Arbroath |
Montrose |
Letham, Inverkeilor, Lunan to Montrose,
passing the nature reserve at Fowlsheugh, stopping at location of
Clark home (4th great grandparents) |
Stonehaven |
Johnshaven, Inverbervie to
Dunnotar Castle
One hour stop at Dunnotar Castle
Stonehaven to view harbour,
Laurencekirk |
Edzell |
Brief stop to view Edzell Arch, passing
Caterhuns (ancient hill forts with fine views) and
Fettercairn Distillery to Brechin |
Brechin |
Brief stop at Brechin Cathedral then to
Forfar |
Forfar |
Brief stop to buy bridies, Finavon to
Kirriemuir |
Kirriemuir |
Brief stop at Sir James Barrie’s birthplace,
to Glamis |
Glamis |
Brief stop to view Glamis, to Auchterhouse |
Auchterhouse |
Stop to hike to Pictish/Dragon Stone at Baldragon |
Bridgefoot to Dundee. |
Bridgefoot to Strathmartine Road to
Symers Street to Hill Street to the Law to Dundee |
Angus was known as Forfarshire about a
hundred years ago, and is now incorporated with what I knew as Perthshire
into the governmental district of Tayside. The villages around Loch Tay (Aberfeldy,
Kenmore, Fortingall) date from the Iron Age and the most beautiful of the
Highland glens (Isla, Prosen, and Clova) are located in Angus. There is a
roadside cairn at Dykehead, in Glen Prosen, which commemorates Scott’s ill
fated expedition to the South Pole, 1910-11. Scott and his partner, Dr.
Wilson, planned the expedition at Wilson’s home in Glen Prosen, Burnside
Bungalow. Glen Isla is the route to Glen Shee where the river runs through
a steep gorge, then falls 60 ft down to Reekie Linn, or "Smoking Fall."
Kirkton of Glen Isla boasts an elegant iron suspension bridge, built in
1824, which provides a footpath across the river. The Great Glen is
located in Angus. It is Scotland’s and is the home of Europe’s oldest
tree, considered ancient even when, according to legend, Pontius Pilate
close by. Once, when Queen Victoria was returning to London from Braemar,
she had her driver stop so she could overlook Loch Tummel and Schiehallion,
considered to be the most beautiful of the Scottish mountains. That site
is known as the Queen’s View.
On our outing, we’ll stop at some of the
places my mother took me on day trips when I was a lass:
Arbroath
We’ll pass Carnoustie, home of the
championship golf course on our way to Arbroath. Also on the way at Barry
Mill, two miles west of Carnoustie, is a water powered oat mill, dating
from 1814 and operated until 1982. There was an oat mill established here
as far back as 1539. Arbroath’s 12th Century Abbey is the
location of the signing of Scotland’s declaration of independence (from
the English) known as the Declaration of Arbroath. This site is near the
west front where the gatehouse tower flanks "pend" (arch) which was
beneath the room where the Declaration was signed. This Abbey was founded
by William the Lion in 1178 and is dedicated to Saint Thomas a Becket, the
"troublesome priest" that his supposed friend Henry II had murdered in
Canterbury Cathedral. Very stirring stuff taught to me in my primary
school history classes, and by my mother who was a fount of general
knowledge – the King is annoyed by Sir Thomas, calls out (rhetorically it
seems) to his nearby Lords, "Will noone ride me of this troublesome
priest?" The Lords take him at his word and go galloping up to Canterbury,
canter down the knave of the Cathedral, and kill the "troublesome priest"
right at the alter. King Henry felt so bad that he had done this that he
had himself whipped by monks and wore a hair shirt in penance the rest of
his life. And Sir Thomas became St. Thomas. King William the Lion
dedicated the Abbey in 1178 with the intention that it become the most
important Abbey in the country and his burial place. After the reformation
when, encouraged by the likes of John Knox, Scotland’s abbeys and
monasteries were destroyed to one extent or another by Reformationists. In
the 18th Century, the Abbey, believe it or not, became the town
quarry and much of the formerly magnificent Abbey’s stones were used in
the construction of homes in the town. The Abbey stands close to the sea
and its beautiful circular window was kept permanently lit to be a
navigation beacon to ships in the North Sea. And, a final note re the
Abbey – I remember being thrilled as a young girl that some of our brave
Scottish patriots (actually a group of young Scottish Nationalists) had
stolen the Stone of Destiny back from those thieves in England who had
been holding on to it since Edward Ist (yes, that one) took it down there
and it ended up in Westminster Abbey so English, and not Scottish, kings
would be crowned above it. After a great deal of excitement, these young
men gave the Stone back and left word where it could be found – wrapped in
the St Andrews flag (or Saltire) on the remains of the high alter,
symbolically in the place where our Declaration had been signed so very
long ago. Arbroath, now a quiet little town, was established as a royal
burgh in 1599 by King David, but is probably more well known as the home
of the "smokie", sweet and juicy line caught haddock smoked whole over oak
chips – although the first smokies really came from Auchmithie another
little fishing village, perched on high cliffs a few miles away. I
remember every summer going up to the Harbour and buying smokies from a "fishwifie"
there – and some still wore the traditional black and white striped aprons
then. We once took a tour around the cliffs surrounding Arbroath – my
mother was petrified, but she did it for me. I loved the spray of the
waves on that little boat – not much more than a rowboat with a gas engine
– and the smell of the sea and remember seeing cormorants and puffins
nesting. The Signal Tower Museum was the shore base for the Bell Rock
Lighthouse, completed in 1811 by Robert Stevenson, significant for
lighthouse design. Stevenson designed a prefab construction of the
lighthouse because there were only four months in each year when building
on the tidal rock was possible. When St Vigeans Church, north of Arbroath,
was built 32 pictish stones were found, although many were damaged. This
was probably another important pictish religious site. St. Vigean’s Museum
is a converted cottage near the Church and house the Drosten Stone, which
is one of the few existing pictish stones showing an inscription in the
roman alphabet.
Montrose
A castle once stood in Montrose Basin,
guarding the city from invasion from the North Sea. Montrose Castle has an
unfortunate history, being captured in 1526 by Edward Ist, who called
himself the Hammer of the Scots, but we called him Longshanks because of
his height and his long legs. Edward 1st stripped John Balliol
of his badges of royalty here, but that didn’t bother us Scots much
because we were already calling him Toom Tabbard (empty coat) because he
was nothing more than a puppet of Edward’s. (The Scots lords couldn’t
agree on who should be King, so they went to Edward asking him to select
one of them to be King; Edward picked the weakest, John Balliol, and then
promptly invaded Scotland and claimed us to be his "vassals" or
dependants.) The year after Toom Tabbard was stripped, William Wallace
captured Montrose Castle, then it Robert the Bruce later destroyed it.
Montrose, an ancestral home of my grandmother’s mother’s family, has a
history as a major merchant center and fishing port. The High Street,
where my husband and I lived in a bed and breakfast place when we were
first married, has the widest High Street in Scotland. There is a museum
at Montrose Aerodrome recalling mementoes (including hangers and sheds
dating from 1914) and heroes of the Montrose Royal Flying Corps and RAF
Air Station and the men who fought, and died, as part of the first
operational air station in the United Kingdom which served in both World
Wars.
Dunnotar
Dunnotar Castle was another holiday
visit as my mother and granny and I would take our summer bus trips. It’s
been used in several movies requiring castles and blood and gore – the
first one I remember seeing it in was "The Vikings" with Kirk Douglas and
Tony Curtis, and most recently I recognized parts I explored as a girl in
"Hamlet" and "Braveheart." But when I think of Dunnotar I remember this as
my first date with my husband, a US Navy sailor based at RAF Edzell. I
gave him a tour, remembering to tell him that during one of the many
English invasions of Scotland the crown jewels were brought here and
safely hidden until their safe return to the capital.
Stonehaven
Stonehaven, another North Sea fishing
town, has a beautiful circular harbour and, in my day, an outdoor swimming
pool which filled and emptied with the tide.
Edzell. Most recently I saw Stonehaven
and Dunnotar Castle on American television in a program called "The Great
Race" in which competing teams of couples had to get from Aberdeen to
Dunnotar to Stonehaven with only vague directions and obtuse clues.
Brechin
If you are really interested in the
Picts, Pictavia is a museum here full of interactive exhibits and
artificacts. This is appropriate, since Brechin was first settled, guess?,
during the time of the Picts. The Cathedral was founded by David 1st
in 1150 and is now Brechin Parish Church. The Round Tower is only one of
three in Scotland and, according to my memory of primary school, was
partly a lookout tower and partly a place of refuge. The Tower is noted
for carvings of crucifixes and priests. Like many religious sites, it was
ruined after the Reformation. In the southwest corner there are several
carved stones and grave slabs (flat tombstones) from the 1`0th
and 13th centuries. The "Auld Brig" over the River Esk is
believed to be the oldest bridge in Scotland.
Forfar
My son John loves Forfar bridies on the
rare occasion I make these. I am quite convinced that it had to be an
Angus lad who went to Mexico and other Central and South American
countries and introduced the people there to "empanadas"; and of course
this same adventurer must have journeyed through Cornwall and taught the
people there how to make "pasties" as he traveled on his way spreading
this culinary delight throughout the world. But, apart from bridies
whether with or without onions, Forfar was an important site even in
Pictish times. It was a capital during the era of the Picts and is where
Malcolm Canmore, the King who united the picts into the first formations
of our country,
First conferred surnames and titles and
created the foundation of Scotland’s nobility. There is a turret on
Canmore Street which marks the site of Canmore’s castle. Scotland’s wild
past is also noted in the Meffan Gallery which shows recreations of old
street scenes, including during the 17th Century witch trials
for which Forfar become notorious. Outside of Farfar is the Tealing
Dovecoat, built in the shape of a house with its initialed lintel dated
1595. Pigeons were raised for meat to break the monotony of the sparse
winter diet in the middle centuries and this is considered one of the
oldest and largest in Scotland. Near by is a long curving underground
passage, approximately 80 ft long and over 6 ft high, lined with large
stone slaps. This is known as a souterrain and is probably an underground
grain store which dates from 1st or 2nd Centruy and
may have been also used to collect tribute for the Romans. There are other
souterrains at Ardestie and Carlungie near to Carnoustie which we passed
previously.
Kirriemuir
We can’t drive near Kirriemuir and not
stop at the birthplace of Sir James Barrie, author of Peter Pan. This has
been restored to reflect how it was in Barrie’s youth. His
autobiographical novel refers to Kirriemuir by its old name of "Thrums"
and the title refers to the window in the washhouse where his father
worked as a handloom weaver, which he remembered so vividly from his
childhood. There is a statue of Peter Pan in "Kirrie’s" old market place
beside the Tolbooth, which dates to the 17th Century. One of my
favourite events each year was going to the pantomime at Christmas. One
year, my mother took me to see Peter Pan on stage. The best part to me was
when "Peter" flew over the audience. In the pantomime tradition the part
of the "principle boy" was always a girl – that suited me just fine
because I wanted to be like Peter Pan, never to grow up. I wanted so very
much to be a boy when I was little – they seemed to have so much fun and
opportunities for adventure! A few Christmasses ago one of my daughters (a
mother herself) asked me recently which was my favourite Disney cartoon. I
gave her my answer and when I opened her gift to me on Christmas morning,
there was a DVD of Disney’s Peter Pan. I have it on the shelf beside my
video of Mary Martin as Peter Pan and Spielberg’s "Hook" with Robin
Williams, another great Pan.
Glamis
Glamis Castle, besides being mentioned
in Shakespeare’s MacBeth, is the ancient home of the Earls of Strathmore.
This is on land given by King Robert II to Sir John Lyon who married the
king’s daughter, Joanna. Unfortunately the family lost the castle for a
while in 1528 when the sixth Lord Glamis married a Douglas, another of
Scotland’s powerful Clan Chiefs, or Lords. This was not a good idea
because upon the ascension to the throne of James V, he remembered how
badly the Douglasses had treated him as a boy. So, this King James seized
the castle and had Lady Glamis burned as a witch. However, the Strathmores
got the castle back after the King died. I always enjoyed going to Glamis
Castle when I was a child and remember once going for a tour through it. I
think we took the tour because my grandmother had memories of it being
used as a hospital for wounded soldiers during World War I, the Great War
in which her husband was killed. Not too far from Glamis is Meigle, which
hosts the most important collection of Standing Stones, circular stone
circles. Twentyfive carved stones were discovered here and have been dated
back to the 8th and 10th Century showing this to be
a site of important religious activity of the Picts. A large cross in
Meigle Museum includes a representation of Daniel in the lions’ den, but
legend claims this is the tomb stone of King Arthur’s wife, and depicts
Queen Guinevere. A little word here about the Picts – carved stoneshave
been discovered in Angus and Aberdeenshire showing traditional symbols –
double mirrors, zigzags, crescents and real and imaginary animals. Some of
the more frequently seen symbols are snakes, deer, bulls, dolphins,
salmon. Battle scenes are also carved into the stones as well as hunting
stories. Christian crosses are not uncommon. These carvings could
represent pagan spirits or deities as well as pictograms of people living
everyday lives – hunting, killing each other, worshipping, etc.
Auchterhouse and Baldragon
I was pleased the other day when I
mentioned Dundee’s Dragon to my grandson that he was able to tell me the
story, correct in every detail as I had received it from my Granny who,
yes indeed, got it from her Granny. And my heart sang because here I am,
seven children and eight grandchildren later, seeing the Scottish
storytelling tradition continuing. The story of the Dundee Dragon and how
Strathmartine Road got its name will go down was the first fairy tale I
told my children – in fact I told it to each of them within moments of
their birth so that I could say that their first story was a Scottish one,
about Dundee, involving a cruel dragon, nine beautiful young girls – the
youngest the fairest of them all, a farmer named Wells, and the people who
lined the streets at the top of Hilltown’s hill, encouraging the enraged
and heart broken father with calls of "Strik, Mertin, strik!" Baldragon is
the location of a pictish stone, located in a field near Auchterhouse,
that my mother and I made frequent hikes to when we went walking to the
Sidlaws with Laddie, the border collie I borrowed from a neighbour because
I loved dogs so much and didn’t have one of my own. But to those of us who
believe in the stories of Scotland, Baldragon is no pictish stone, but is
the commemoration of the place where Mertin finally caught and killed the
dragon – because that’s the story that bairns like me heard from our
Hilltown grannies. |