A winter weekend in Perth, Scotland

I have felt prematurely festive this year and — until last weekend — I blamed it all on Edinburgh. It’s tricky to keep those love-hate Christmas songs out of your head when the Street of Light is on your doorstep! Yet although Scotland’s capital is the cliché Christmas city with its European-esque market, to get the real spirit of Scotland at the start of winter we headed north.

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Although it’s the centre of the Perth and Kinross area, the city of Perth is somewhat overlooked in favour of the timeless scenery that surrounds it. We’re guilty of bypassing it too (as proved by our multiple autumn-chasing trips to Dunkeld last month). I’d visited Perth — which was re-awarded its city status in 2012 — a few years prior, but as my Dad and I spent most of the day in the Black Watch Museum we hadn’t given the town centre the attention it deserved.

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So on a cold and overcast November weekend, we drove just an hour north from the capital to Perth for their Winter Festival and St Andrew’s Day celebrations. Which, as we all know, represents a double whammy… Because not only was I desperate to rake through the cupboards for all my Christmas decorations once I got home, but I also felt that bubble of patriotic pride (there were a LOT of kilts around the city that weekend).

So here’s how we spent a wintery two days in Scotland’s newest city. A big thanks to Small City Big Personality for all their advice on where to visit, eat and sleep!

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A warm welcome. Once we’d dumped our bags in the Salutation Hotel, we walked towards the bubble of noise rolling towards us from a side street. We stumbled upon reindeer, alpaca, owls and huskies, all here as part of the Winter Festival (and only for a day, as one disappointed grandmother found out). I had far too much fun preening the barn owl’s feathers and discovering how soft alpaca wool really is.

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The museum market. As the skies turned shades of pastel, we wandered towards Perth Museum and Art Gallery. It’s one of the oldest museums in the United Kingdom but this Saturday it was playing host to Perthshire Creates Christmas Market. All around the museum, between exhibits and down corniced rooms, craftspeople displayed their designs.

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From paintings, stained glass and moulded candles to delicate jewellery, ceramics and fabrics, this market was a joy. I was hoping to get some of my Christmas shopping done and I didn’t leave empty-handed (although I also bought myself some dainty star earrings from Diana King Jewellery… so the present-buying mission went well). There was something harmonious about wandering through the impressive museum halls, the crafts and art sitting side by side on stall and wall.

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We did have a brief wander around the exhibits themselves — stopping off at The Art of War and Perth’s Beginnings displays — but you really need to dedicate a few hours to exploring here. Discover more about the museum on this website.

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A riverside sunset. The sky was pink as we came out of the museum, so we headed towards West Bridge Street. From this viewpoint, there were a few things to note: the River Tay licking past its banks, the silhouetted church spires, and a heron leaping to the next stony island to escape a local boy who was taking photos.

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The boy crossed the bridge and stood next to us. ‘Did you see the heron?’ he said, and we nodded. ‘There was also a seal here once, too!’ He proceeded to show us a grainy phone photo of a seal which had made its way up the river to chase salmon. This place really is on the edge of Highland nature.

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Gluttony at Café Tabou. At night we headed for the square around St John’s Kirk, which seems to be a mini mecca for good restaurants (I can recommend Howie’s Bistro too). But our Saturday night stop-off was Café Tabou, an eatery that came highly endorsed by the hotel concierge. And wow, I really did feel like I was back in France… Meat cooked perfectly, kilo-full bowls of mussels and the lightest desserts — all with a good shot of Scottish character, of course (I can’t ever resist a big bowl of Cullen Skink!)

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A very Scottish food market! After a plateful of bacon, hash browns, haggis and all the black pudding at the Salutation Hotel, we hit the streets to eat yet more food. Sundays’s festivities were all part of Perth’s St Andrew’s Day celebrations so the lines of stalls had a very Scottish flavour: wine, cheese, cakes, fish and bread all added to the eye and nostril candy in the air.

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A few of my favourites were the cheeses from the Strathearn Cheese Co. (of which one had recently bagged gold in the World Cheese Awards), super sweet Irn Bru cupcakes by Graeme Maxwell (a.k.a. Big G), very smoky Arbroath Smokies and the amazing pulled venison burgers we had for lunch.

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Celebrating St Andrew’s Day. The Scottish market literally led to the stage where a handful of local and big-name bands helped Perth celebrate St Andrew’s Day. From early afternoon, local folk band Mad Ferret got the crowd bouncing — literally — as we all took to the pavement to dance a Gay Gordon to Mhairi’s Wedding. Then it was the turn of Dougie MacLean, whose ever-moving Caledonia brought tears to my eyes (I’m sorry, I’m just so damn patriotic).

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And if that wasn’t a big enough slice of Scotland for us, the Red Hot Chilli Pipers were the closing act. Blasting their own tunes plus some well-known chart hits on the bagpipes, these rockers were the perfect end to the St Andrew’s Day party.

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How did you celebrate St Andrew’s Day?

2 thoughts on “A winter weekend in Perth, Scotland

  1. Looks like you had a fab weekend. Sorry our paths didn’t cross, although I did someone of your description stood not far from me at the stage but as I was at the front (for taking photos) I wasn’t going to move! Haha.

    I was also disappointed I missed the reindeer and donkeys. They must have arrived a bit later in the day.

    You’re not the only one to shed a tear during Caledonia, it get me every time and I’m not even Scottish!

    Fab post.

  2. I love Perth so much and need to visit it more! I heard wonderful things about the Black Watch Museum too! I was heading a committee that organised a St Andrew’s Day Ceilidh at the Caves in Edinburgh and I was gutted that I couldn’t make it as I’m still stuck in Canada. It’s such a fun night to celebrate 🙂

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