Keeping Your Distance

With his Lordship having business to attend to in Broughty Ferry this morning, we headed for Dundee and beyond.

We have a joke that however many people we meet who initially say they come from Dundee, they always qualify it by saying 'Broughty Ferry actually'.
It is indeed a lovely spot and a bit like the Angus equivalent of North Berwick.

After the business and the obligatory coffee, we headed to the beach, but it was mighty cold there and the wind was so strong that it was hard to keep walking in a straight line far less keep the camera steady.

On the way back to Perth, we meandered along the hilly back road by Abernyte, Collace and Balbeggie. The tractors were out in force and all the fields looked ready for spring planting. There was no traffic and we had the countryside to ourselves and the tractors.

We sat on top of a hill overlooking, in the distance, the Tay, silvery as McGonigall wrote, and its bridges and ate two of the best rhubarb tarts ever, which we had bought from the Horn Restaurant on the Dundee-Perth Road.

The verges had thick ribbons of daffodils stretching into the distance and the trees were black skeletons against the advancing clouds.
No rain though despite the dire forecast. I think the wind must have blown it back from whence it was meant to come.

This ewe was glaring at me, threatening to sort me out should I come any nearer her fat lambs. I didn't.