So, it's a suburb of Dundee, really, but Broughty used to be its own Burgh, whatever that means exactly, until it was invaded, sorry incorporated, in 1913.

The locals can still, quite rightly, get a bit tutty about that but it's all the fault of Broughty's beach. Wealthy, Dundonian industrialists, their money made from jute and jam, started taking to 'taking the waters' and then when the railway came, well, welcome to Dundee-on-Sea.

Hotter than the South of France although not as a rule, just this one unusually, unseasonable day in May. This might technically be on an estuary but it's home to at least one seal, not shown, who might cock a flipper at your arrival.

Once home to just a handful of humble fishing folk, the whole harbourside has since developed but there's no sign of a ferry from this bruach of the Tay.

Boats, of sorts, had for centuries made their way across the estuary, of course, providing access to Fife's fruit and veg but it wasn't until the industry arrived that 'Ferry' was appended.

Not just any old ferry but a goods train ferry, no less, with tracks on a turntable even though the 'floating railway' was fairly short-lived.

Not for no great disaster, as first suspected, the engineer Thomas Bouch's next project would simply be the Tay Rail Bridge so the ferry's income tumbled not too long before that train did.

Places on easily accessible bodies of water with convenient landing facilities often require some form of protection. While the Napoleonic Martello Towers never made it this far north, there was already a ready-made lookout for 'Little Boney' at Broughty Castle.

Some work was required on the 1490 original, various ding-dongs with the English, including a sacking by Cromwell, had led to the inevitable state of disrepair.

It's run by Historic Environment Scotland, these days, and they'll let you up and inside for free. Not unreasonably, reasonable views from up there, not shown, and one of the most informative guides SlyBob have had the pleasure to meet.

The replica model of the goods train turntable is discussed in depth before the topic turns, naturally, to the Tay Bridge disaster. It's not quite remembered if the words 'conspiracy' or 'cover-up' were used but 'scapecoat' definitely was and it can only be assumed he's a direct descendent of Bouch given his vigorous vindication.

Either way, he's delighted that this pair are big fans of Broughty and are off now to contribute to the local economy but undoubtedly disappointed that this pithy passage is the extent of the promised publicity.

Wetter than Manchester but no, the weather hasn't taken a sudden, terrible downturn. Two visits here, you see, and the first, a quick pit stop, warranted a second inspection some six months later.

Broughty's grid layout hints at the Victorian recency as do the streets that lead away from the water.

With daylight dimming, it's time to head back to the board and lodgings but not by the Broughty bus that brought you here. No, this time by train from, get this, Scotland's oldest, still-operating station, they say.

It's only one stop to Dundee, these days, so a taxi is an option and there's one ready and running back on Brook Street. The personalised number plate displays some obvious pride in his parish and has given this vanity-driven individual an idea...

How much for 5LY B08?