Scotland's favourite cigarettes seem to be John Player Special Blue. This is based on my casual observation while walking the dog along several roads around North East of Scotland and only finding these scrunchled up packs of cigarettes thrown into the verge.
There were no other brands in any verge. And I walked some verges, too.
This was on the way to lunch in the Alford area of Aberdeenshire. It didn't augur well as we passed such places as Corse and Bogend Cross Roads. Lunch was looking like deep fried haggis, lorne sausage and Mars bars.
The pub looked as if it could be 'either way'. The pebble dash and the advertising of a family room had the potential of one of those highly coloured chains offering awful microwaved and pre-cooked food.
But it was far from the case. The Muggarthaugh Hotel was superb. The most delicious bowl of Cullen Skink (creamy smoked haddock and potato soup to those who don't know it) followed by homemade burgers of Spartan size was quite delicious.
No - it wasn't Masterchef. But it was simple and good. All I can say is - go.
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