Except from the van driving through, I’ve never seen anything of Falkirk this time (Monday) or of Kittybrewster (next day, 18 June) except the retail parks. But despite being up at unearthly hours for two consecutive days, I hardly dozed off returning from the latter. The driver was apparently afraid of dozing off himself, so instead of taking the A90 immediately, he chose the A92 to get us to Dundee, and there was quite a lot to see along the way.
The only time I’d been in that quarter before was when travelling the Edinburgh to Aberdeen railway line back in 1990. Back then, I still knew bugger-all about Scotland. Now, names like Stonehaven, Montrose and Arbroath had a meaning. I’ve even seen Dunnottar Castle in the distance! (And we took fuel at Dundee Tesco, but that has a too complicated personal connotation to explain.)