This is the view from the bridge looking west, a tranquil spot which I clearly remember visiting with a fishing rod many, many years ago. In fact, I don't think I've actually been here since that day. I was about 15 I think. My pal from school and I must have got the bus from Arbroath and walked out here. One of those halcyon days which sticks in your memory!
Looking over the other side of the bridge, I certainly don't remember these guys being there......nice spot for them though. They seem as happy as pigs in s***.
Looking north from the bridge, you can catch a glimpse of the wee church in the trees.
Regular visitors to this blog will know by now that I'm a sucker for little country churchyards.
This one was so peaceful. Not a soul around and only the birdsong broke the silence.
