I'm posting this from a train from Scotland to London. Entering phase 2 of my UK visit.
Last night, I had my last supper in Scotland, at least for this trip. I had very consciously saved the best for last.
A short way north of my mother's home is the small fishing town of Arbroath, which I visited. This is, of course, famous for Arbroath smokies. These are smoked haddock, but raised to the heights of grandeur. The smoking process means that they are sold ready to eat, so they only require heating up under a grill/broiler with a bit of butter and pepper.
These are amost the ony thing that would induce me to live in the UK again.
Heaven on a plate!
