Montrose No More —

24 Sep

I had been so impressed under Monday’s sunshine on the North Promenade at Montrose and probably still glowing from the bike ride to get there that I thought it might be a good idea to jump in the car with Helen and motor over on a second visit.

Big mistake! The sun had put his hat on and although the beaches and dunes were still impressive we were both lame due to my long term knee problems and H having twisted her knee on Monday and joining me in limp mode —

We headed into town looking for a welcome cuppa instead – although many of the magnificent sandstone buildings spoke of past grandeur the overall appearance was extremely run down. We may also have arrived on bin day for the town centre streets were lined with household rubbish bins no doubt hauled out from the many closes and vennels – or maybe that’s just the way it is —

We gave it our best shot but left disappointed and headed south by the road bridge over the inlet to Montrose Basin —

before turning left for the south docks and old fishing village of Ferryden where the main activity appeared to be around a newly built modern office block which is to be the nerve centre for a massive wind farm to be built in the North Sea — could offshore wind be the saviour of Montrose? It certainly needs a pick-me-up from somewhere and in it’s current state it won’t be from tourism —

Having watched a small team of commercial divers battle unsuccessfully against a strong incoming tide in their tiny Pioneer dinghy —

before giving up and trudging back to their van with their heavy gear —

we photographed the many sheds lining the shore road – Brighton it ain’t – then followed our nose south —

by narrow lanes where massive tractors held the upper hand and slowed for no man – or woman – as they hauled the tattie harvest home on equally massive trailers to big sheds —

Memories? Mostly of down-at-heel Montrose and roofless ruined clifftop cottages brought about by over-fishing and industrialised farming. I lived in these parts during the war years and know how tough it was then although the plentiful fish stocks at sea and local farming ensured we were fed a basic diet of haddock – herring and —

tatties from the fields —

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Posted by on September 24, 2021 in out and about


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