Edinburgh is a dream

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I will declare it now just to get it out the way:

I love Edinburgh.

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James had to put up with me saying that over and over for four days straight, but in my defence I don’t understand why no one has told me how bloody lovely it is. It was a shock to the system. Imagine aliens visiting us and Area 51 are like ‘yeah, well, it’s no surprise’ but the rest of the world (other than those preparing for that day to come) are like ‘what?!?! Why didn’t we know?!’ and we would constantly look at each other, maybe nervous giggle – very English – and say ‘can you believe aliens are taking over the world? lol’. 

That’s how I feel. How was this secret kept from me? lol.

Needless to say, I instantly felt at home there.

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I have only edited my favourite photos of the trip so far, but I was never really going to write a post about my holiday anyway – yet here we are.

So just a quickie

We had the most gorgeous little apartment over looking Grassmarket and at the bottom of my newly favourite street in the world, Victoria Street. We bought some Scottish decorations for every Christmas here on out. Harry Potter is absolutely everywhere. Oh and the Christmas market is amazing, please let me go back at the start of pay day.

Then then then

As we were driving back home it was snowing and the mountains were blanketed, it was all so beautiful and I LOVE EDINBURGH! Bugger, I said it again. I’m sorry, it’s like an illness.

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So that’s all for now. I just needed an outlet for this feeling.

Thank you!

And Merry Christmas!

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Rochester Christmas Market & Dickens Festival

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The most important thing to report on is that I shot the Trump target straight in the mouth and won a snowman. The single most important moment of the day.

I earned bragging rights for the next, say, 50 years.

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The things you do once a year

There’s a list of festivities that I am well and truly ticking off already.

Some years I don’t get round to doing them all because once December comes along everything is go go go, and among the Christmas parties, visiting family, and getting rat arsed as often as possible (and then the hangover days) – when do you find time to do the things that make you feel really festive?!

These are the things I’ve been up to in November, that somehow are essential to feeling festive that I don’t do any other time of the year.

Ice skating – even better, in an empty ice rink

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Drinking warm alcohol with spices in

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Stood outside in the cold weather to look at lights

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Made Christmas crafts that I actually adore this year

 

And then there’s the seemingly endless Christmas shopping, silly jumpers (James and I wore them in September) and popping on a Christmas film at any free moment (I’ve watched Love Actually twice and Arthur Christmas four times).

I really like this time of the year, encase you couldn’t tell.

And James’s suggestion for this list? ‘Not arguing.’ 

 

If you want to feel Christmassy…

It was cold. That’s true. Not many others were braving the weather to visit this corner of the world. The wind was forcing them to wrap their scarfs tighter and their glove covered hands were well and truly hibernating in their pockets.

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The Needles, that’s where they were visiting. She had never heard of them, and to be honest, they didn’t look like how she imagined, but that bit’s not important.

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Unexpectedly, before the landmark, they walked into an amusement village. A bricked street with wooden, shabby small shops each side, all closed, of course. It was cold. 

Her step slowed, the wind quietened but her surroundings felt alive.

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She heard a Christmas song, already half way through. It must have been playing the whole time but it was only just noticed. She looked around and saw little speakers at the top of each shop. All of them turning cream and weathered, playing a classic.

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She could see into the deserted shops at the trinkets and sweets. Little glimpses of a world but frozen in place like photographs.

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She stopped. 

Everything seemed right. 

She felt like the world had stopped, for just one second.

A little glance at peace.

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Something had changed in her. She took a step forward and the world started again. She could hear the wind, the sea slapping The Needles, her Dad calling her to hurry up but no longer the music.

She smiled.

Nothing would be the same.

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I once visited The Isle of Wight for the first time near Christmas time. I must have been 16, or there abouts, so parts of this memory is hazy and I think I filled in the grey parts with my imagination.

I have written about it before too, which seems strange I’m obsessed with this imagery in my brain considering there’s a less colourful truth and, most importantly, nothing happened. It’s one of those things I have never shared but plays out in my mind.

The imagery I made up has just stuck with me.

I’ve Googled The Needles since and it doesn’t look like this. Nope. Over the years this idea has transformed into something it isn’t, and definitely inspired by The Polar Express.

Everything should be inspired by The Polar Express.

These photos were taken in Rochester at 5pm. This is the closest to the idea in my mind and I felt ever so Christmassy.

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Autumn goals – they’re more like guidelines

Today I would like to do an update on all the wonderful goals I had planned for Autumn, but as soon as I declare I want to do something it doesn’t happen. 

Not to say I’ve been sitting on my arse watching the time go by and with it each spec of dust that lands on my neglected goals sheet. I’ve actually been continuously busy, which like I said in my summer goals, I think these goals only push me to do more.

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So no I haven’t gone swimming every week (I actually was, but as soon as I wrote it I stopped). No I haven’t flown a kite, still. No, that print for charity isn’t sorted. And no, James and I haven’t done anything particularly special – but we’ve had a great time with little things, plus sometimes planned ‘dates’ aren’t as fun. Our relationship thrives on spontaneity.

I suppose, one out of four isn’t that bad. That one was the most vague though, and almost impossible to not achieve.

Things I have done

Now that’s a different story. Though probably a boring one.

To look more decorative lets say the story is filled with all things autumn and cosy.

Which I share on my Instagram if you want to have a nosy.

I’ve had a thought that maybe I should base these seasonal goals on things I actually don’t want.

Put on more weight

Drink alcohol every day

Try and be more anxious

In hopes I ignore them too and go my own way.

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Part of my brain is shouting Pirates Code! (though don’t know how that applies) and the other part is saying the code is more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rulesPersonally, I’m siding with Captain Barbossa on this one.

I’m only joking anyway, it doesn’t upset me. I’m actually proud of myself at the moment, I’m doing good.

I’d still like to fly that bloody kite though.