Royal Botanic Gardens

It was an absolutely perfect day yesterday and why wouldn’t I want to wander around 70 acres of beautiful gardens??

Edinburgh’s Royal Botanic Garden is just over a half-hour walk north from my place through the swanky/posh neighbourhood of Stockbridge. I went there yesterday alone in the early afternoon. Continue reading


The Climb up Arthur’s Seat

I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but right beside Edinburgh (actually, kind of between it) there is a large hill called Arthur’s Seat. It is formed from part of an extinct volcano and is roughly 250m tall. Yesterday, I climbed it. Continue reading

Obligatory Tourist Tingz

There must be a grace period of a few weeks when you move in to a new town in which you’re allowed to play the stereotypical tourist and wander around famous spots with your mouth hanging open like some kind of simpleton with only enough brain capacity to operate a camera.

If there isn’t such a grace period, then please excuse my behaviour today. Continue reading

The View from my Window

They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Or, the journey of a thousand kilometres begins with one missed flight connection... Nuance…

But, I can’t allow myself to complain despite the awful duration of the trip, because I’m about to fall into a well-deserved sleep in my cozy little dorm room in Edinburgh. And just so you know, this is the view from my window:

Goodnight, friends ❤

Fill To Me The Parting Glass

Tomorrow, I fly. Farewell, friends :]

All the money that ‘ere I spent / I spent it in good company / And all the harm I’ve ever done, / Alas, it twas to none but me

And all I’ve done for want of wit, / To memory now I can’t recall / So fill to me the parting glass, / Goodnight and joy be to you all.

[Chorus] Fill to me the parting glass, / And drink a health what e’er befalls / And gently rise and softly call, / Goodnight and joy be to you all.

All the comrades that ‘ere I had, / They’re sorry for my going away / And all the sweethearts that ‘ere I had, / They wish me one more day to stay

But since it fell into my lot / That I should fly and you should not, / I gently rise and softly call / Goodnight and joy be to you all.

[Chorus x2]

My interpretation of Shaun Davey’s The Parting Glass [ ]