A bit of reminiscing

Today I felt I needed to get out of the house, away from the tempting chocolates etc have a bit of a change of scenery and some very fresh air, so off we went to Arbroath.

I remember this church as a child as being a really spooky looking church on top of a big steep hill surrounded by huge grave stones, and over the years while living in South Africa I'd think back to it on occasions and think that I'd love to go back some day and have another look, so today was that day.

Of course, the church wasn't as spooky as I remember, the hill wasn't as steep as I remember, and the grave stones were not all as huge as I remember. Being there brought back memories of walks along the Nature Trail which had us laughing.

The historic church sits on a smooth green mound skirted by a curve of attractively restored traditional cottages and bridges over the Brothock which flows through the tree-sheltered valley to the town of Arbroath and the sea some one-and-a-half miles away.