South Links is full of rough men singing folk songs about East end council refuse workers containing unlikely lines about the whereabaouts of somebody's tiger's head. Several of them appear to be drunk. And they all walk funny and have the same t-shirts and tents and strange suntans just down one side of their faces and their right arms/legs etc. At night the sounds of the nearby Glaxo factory are drowned out by people excaliming in dismay as they enter the wrong tent, or snoring loudly to "keep the bears away".
And then, one morning in late May, they've all mysteriously disappeared in some sudden and mysterious migration. Nobody knows where they go. Some say there's a secret cave where they rest, waiting for a call to save the nation. Others say they return to ordinary-looking houses on Barrats estates in Swindon and Peterborough, giving every outward appearance of being normal, ordinary people with state-funded pensions.
A few have been spotted eating cold, wizzened sausage-like brown things in a supermarket near the railway station, making sure to return their tray to the trolly.
Others have been seen on Platform One, gazing wistfully towards the Angus hills or Northwards to see if their train is coming.
Yes, you can camp on South Links, but beware The Challengers They can be quite evangelistic and will draw you into their web......

Try The Limes Guest house 15 King Street,Montrose.DD10 8NL

Always welcomed Challengers. Cheers.

Tel.01674 677236 .

Thankyou kindly

so after a couple of hundred miles will I be more suited to the company of rough men or genteel guest house dwellers?