This area is a bubble of sorts, with a Notting Hill (1999) vibe to all proceedings. I’ve never seen a tracksuit or a fight, and the locals can string sentences together.
I find it extremely disconcerting.
Bruntsfield, Edinburgh.
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York Place, Edinburgh.
You stick a black-and-white filter on a bog-standard snap and it almost elevates the scene into something other than an iPhone image taken from the back of a freezing cold bus interior at 7:00 a.m.
Life hobbies.
Screaming “DRAGO!!!” at the top of a Pentlands’ hill wasn’t as cinematic as I imagined.
Because I looked up and saw a bigger hill. But I couldn’t be bothered spending another two hours moving my legs. I got a semi-decent snap out of the endeavour, though. ‘Z for Zachariah’ came to mind, the only book from school I can ever remember that was about something. I don’t wish to read it again as it will probably turn out to be total shite, like much you revisit from yesteryear.
Who is this?
Just off Glimore Place, Edinburgh. I don’t know who it is and it is starting to vex me.
Dalry Road, Edinburgh.
Arty-farty pretensions with this snap from Monday. Interestingly, there’s a graveyard coming up on the left there and I once saw a (presumably hammered) woman clutching a bottle of budget cider wander inside and take a shite in a bush.
All very Edinburgh.
Gorgie spring.
It’s official – spring has hit Gorgie. Cue shirtless chavs, the foreboding jingle of ice cream vans, rammed buses, and a general increase in noise levels. I prefer the ghetto in winter because it sends these things back into the woodwork where they should remain. Happy Easter.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 