Arbroath: Smokin'

Next to Arbroath, where the mist lifted slightly and we could see the town in all its sunny splendour.

And a lovely town it is, too, with its picturesque streets. It's famed for its Smokies but also for its ruined Abbey and the Declaration of Arbroath, a landmark for Scottish nationalists through the ages.

The Wimpy was in High Street, and was our first "proper" Wimpy facing the street, if you care about these things. It even boasted trendy seats and a gold-on-red Wimpy wall logo above sofas and plush seats. V. modern.

As I will eventually mention in the rules, this isn't Supersize Me - it's the visiting that counts, not the burgers. So we went straight for dessert.

Stu went for a choc and nut sundae, while I went for the quasi-mythical Brown Derby, a doughnut topped with a huge dollop of ice-cream and nuts.

Three from me - see a theme here? - and four from Stu, who admits to being a sucker for ice-cream.