London & Edinburgh

Wednesday, August 7th, 2013 16:56
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
Things didn't get off to a great start when my flight was delayed enough to ensure I missed the last tube to [personal profile] poggs's place. But thanks to a bit of luck (mostly me remembering nightbus schedules), I got to London Bridge and enjoyed a bus ride through the pretty parts of the city, all lit up at night.


Fun in the (mostly) sun! )

Full set of photographs are here on Flickr.


Monday, May 17th, 2010 21:57
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
Beautiful Edinburgh

Athens of the North )

The full set of photographs are on Flickr.


Wednesday, May 12th, 2010 10:45
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
Red Man

Beltane Fire Festival )
Full set of Beltane photographs are here.
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2008 Photographic Review )

Paths I Walk

Friday, April 25th, 2008 15:31
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
Home. I've already waxed lyrical about my visit, suffice to say it was wonderful. Highlights included wandering around by myself; ensuring The Boyfriend had time off during the week; seeing The Boyfriend squee over the arrival of his new cameras; numerous cocktails with green_bloodedgreen_blooded; numerous pints of Guinness with gothman69gothman69; purchasing Green & Black's Vanilla White chocolate and five packets of fresh chillies much to the astonishment and bemusement of the cashier; a shiny new Vollers underbust corset from Electric Cabaret; the purchase of books, dvds, underwear and clothing; playing tourist with the new camera.

View from The Mound.

Six more photographs )
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
It's been a wonderful visit to Scotland, the first UK trip since relocating to Greece that was not directly (or, in fact, at all) related to a particular situation, a situation which looking back on it isn't something I label as negative, but it was definitely difficult and tainted all previous visits. Perhaps this is why I haven't missed Athens as much as I thought I would, and certainly not as much as I have in the past. Or perhaps it is the claustrophobia I feel in London now, the strain that falls on my shoulders the second I step off the plane. More likely, it is a combination of the two.

I feel slightly guilty that The Boyfriend has been so tied up with his work, though that is hardly unexpected, but it's nice to wander the city by myself. Not since my arrival in Athens have I been able to play the solo tourist, and it's something I missed without realising it. Obviously Athens was different, I'm not trying to make Edinburgh my home, though there is a strange welcoming aura that floats around this city.

I have walked around, reminded of three years before when I first became properly acquainted with Edinburgh, an unexplainable, yet totally organic attachment to the place. Memories of walking through the cemetery off Princess Street, sitting in the park near the National Gallery, the extra dimensions to the city, the interesting difference of people (okay, okay, that includes the redheads), the quality pints of Guinness, meeting friends and the sheer variety of life as I watch the clouds overhead speed by.

I leave in a few hours, home in time for Easter. I know I'll be back again.


Sunday, April 20th, 2008 15:07
strangelover: (Edinburgh)
I'd forgotten just how stunningly beautiful Edinburgh is, I've been walking around in a touristy daze since arriving on Friday night.

It's strange to think I've missed British food, but I had my first fish and chips in over a year, not to mention my first ever steak and Guinness pie. Also breakfast, while in Greece it is traditionally a coffee and cigarette, the Brits win my vote, poached egg and smoked salmon is much, much tastier. Obviously accompanied by the coffee.

Speaking of which, yesterday was fuelled by seven espressos. That pretty much explains my repeated yet ever widening circles, as I walked around the city for over four hours. Thankfully I was wearing sneakers. The evening featured meeting up with the lovely green_bloodedgreen_blooded for cocktails and gossip. Between the three of us, we tried ten different cocktails, my personal favourite was the Apple & Vanilla Martini, but I also ended up with possibly the Worst Cocktail EVAH! - a wincingly awful Caipirinha. The company more than made up for the lacking skill of the bar staff (albeit only on the one occasion), the evening zoomed by, escorting the lovely lady to Waverley station with only a minute to spare. The Boyfriend and I then went back to the apartment (which is incredibly posh, yet cheaper than a hotel) to crash.

Today has been spent doing more wandering, I expect the next few days will share a similar theme.

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