For years, I’ve driven through the tiny hamlet of Roundyhill (blink and you’ll miss it), near Glamis, and noticed a sign flagging up Armstrongs.
Mum and I arrived at The Wee Restaurant on a dark, windy and wet February evening.
I don’t want to tell you about this place. I don’t want you to know about it. Well, I don’t mind YOU knowing but I don’t want EVERYONE to know. I want, completely selfishly, to keep it to myself and maybe to those and such as those that I really like.
If you go down to Monikie woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
Living just a stone’s throw from Kinnettles Castle, I’ve gazed longingly up at the stunning piece of Scottish baronial architecture every day for nearly five years, since I moved into my country cottage in the heart of Angus.