In our previous post from Nithbank House we mentioned the extraordinary love between Lord and Lady Nithsdale. That was back in the 18th century but the place we are in today is dedicated to love. It’s their secret ingredient! We are at the Tudor Coffee House in Strathaven (pronounced Stray-ven).
Love is all you need
They even give advice on how to achieve it. In 1362, Archibald the Grim became the first Baron of Strathaven. He did it through marriage to Joanna de Moravia. This is a small miracle in itself because, by all accounts, Archie was of unrefined stature and pot ugly. We can only think that he must have visited the Tudor Coffee House and took some lessons in the art of love. Pedantic readers need not write to point out problems with this timeline.
The cafe’s not very big so we decided to sit outside in the sunshine so that we could watch Strathaven in action. 
We’ve passed through the town before but never noticed how pretty it is. The large square in the centre is a car park now but it used to be common pasture and is still called ‘The Green’. The surrounding buildings are harled in a variety of colours that give it an overall pleasing effect in the sunshine. It used to have a thriving weaving industry but the number of passing tractors seemed to indicate something more agricultural these days.
We wanted a fruit scone but they only had plain left. The lovely girl who was looking after us offered to toast it and seemed, judging by the knowing wink, to think that was a good idea. Who were we to argue? Turned out to be sound advice because we thoroughly enjoyed it. Eventually though we thought it was just slightly short of a topscone … shame.
Crash landing
Strathaven was also home during WWII to music hall and vaudeville hero, Sir Harry Lauder. He was responsible for such classics as Roamin’ in the Gloamin’ and Keep Right On To The End of The Road. Lots of love. At the same time Hitlers deputy Rudolf Hess was supposed to land his plane at the Duke of Hamilton’s residence, Dungavel House on the outskirts of Strathaven. At the time the Duke was thought to be a Nazi sympathiser. In foul weather he missed Dungavel and crash-landed in a farm a bit further north. That was the end of his freedom . He died, 46 years later, as the sole inmate of Spandau prison in Berlin.
Dungavel house is still there but now it’s an Immigration Removal Centre for folks awaiting deportation. Some of the poor sods floating across the English Channel in rubber dinghies will probably end up there. Not a lot of love. Maybe they should close Dungavel and use the Tudor Coffee House?
ML10 6AH. tel: 01357 529487 Tudor Coffee
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I really liked Strathaven, pity the scone didn’t quite make the mark. No bother though, it was a lovely afternoon and it was nice to sit and watch Stratheveners go by.