About 30 miles south-west of Aberdeen there is a small village called Fettercairn.
I’ve passed through Fettercairn on quite a number of occasions, and each time I’ve thought that I must stop and have a look round one of these days. That day came earlier this week, when my delightful assistant and I deliberately went there for a look-see.
Fettercairn is perhaps best known for its rather splendid arch, which narrows the main street so that only one car can pass through at a time. It was built in honour of Queen Victoria and her husband Albert, who stayed overnight in Fettercairn en route to Balmoral in September 1861, and I think it’s quite a magnificent structure:
If you walk under the arch you’ll see that it’s on a bridge with a river running under the road. The view over both sides is rather attractive:
On the north side of the arch there is that most wonderful of businesses: a nice cafe. If you’re needing a little refreshment while wandering around in this area, you might do as we do and dive in there post haste.
It being the middle of the afternoon when we rolled up, I wasn’t holding out much hope for a scone, but I’m delighted to say that not only did they have scones, they had three options available: plain, fruit and – irresistible, to my mind – walnut and apricot:
My delightful assistant was more in the market for an iced cake, and plumped for a slice of the generously three-tiered coffee and walnut sponge cake:
Both the scone and the cake were excellent, the scone being a most interesting texture with chewy apricot and crunchy walnuts, and the cake being intensely coffee flavoured. My scone was fairly studded with small apricot and walnut lumps:
We both washed our eats down with decaf lattes, which were also extremely good.
One area of the cafe had been given over to young visitors, and was very well equipped, with a large assortment of reading material as well as toys and games:
A sign on the wall read “We’re here for you to play! While mummy drinks coffee and chats away!”
Near the counter there was a small sofa with some attractive cushions on it. This was my favourite one:
Enlivened by our refreshments, we trotted outside to have a look at the village square, which contained some nice stone buildings:
The Fettery Shoppe was selling luscious looking plump red strawberries, and we bought a punnet. I would have included a photo of them here but they sadly disappeared before I thought of it.
If you’re ever driving up or down the country to or from Aberdeen and have a little time to spare, I would highly recommend a little detour into the pretty village of Fettercairn, and a good old gaze at the arch.