Love at first sight

I’m sitting in the lounge room of a friend (*cough*), lets call him NJ, in Glasgow, its Sunday evening at around 10pm and my week in Scotland is sadly about to come to its end.


I got in via a 5:30am train from London Euston on Tuesday morning. Five hours and a crooked neck later, I got off the train at Glasgow Central expecting at the very least to need my giant winter coat. But no, I walked out to a warm morning with only a smattering of clouds.

NJ treated me to a walk around town to take in some of the sights, those that there are. Admittedly I didn’t run into any knife bearing angry Scotsman to take photo’s, so we stuck to the cathedral and the acropolis atop a hill in the middle of the city.

The culture here, I could only describe as that of eating and drinking, drinking and eating and some more drinking all at a variety of different establishments and always with friends in tow.

After a bit of a pub crawl on what appeared to be Glasgow’s first evening of Summer 2010, we ended up at a swing night at the ‘Buff Club’, where I got my groove on to an amazing set of 50’s classics.
~ Tammy imagines herself as screen siren, wearing polka dots, pearls and mary janes ~

The Kelvingrove Park, Art Gallery and Museum in the West End kept me more than aptly fascinated, entertained and snap happy for the rest of the week.


On Thursday afternoon I got on a 40 minute, £10 train to Edinburgh’s Waverley station. For those of you that read my Facebook status at the time, I walked out of the station and was literally smacked in the jaw with a city so devastatingly majestic, so green and so drenched in history that I think I heard my heart break.

I climbed up the hill towards the Castle, with my obese child still firmly clasped to my back and used my ever handy Google Maps to find the location of my hostel. Sweating from the journey (please take a moment to enjoy the oxymoron that is SWEATING IN SCOTLAND) I whipped on my thongs and headed out for a walk.

That is indeed what I spent the next day doing, walking. I enjoyed New Europe’s free 3 hour walking tour and then took in the Castle at a leisurely pace learning as much about the bloody (literally) Scottish history as I could.

Loch Ness Weekender – The Highlands

On Saturday morning, I boarded a bus in Edinburgh with 27 other travellers for a 2 day Loch Ness weekender tour with MacBackers. The trip took us up the east coast of the country where green lowland hills turned eventually into Highland peaks. We spent the afternoon at Loch Ness watching the sun go down, again on an uncharacteristically balmy afternoon, with a cold pint of bitters in my hand.

We stayed over last night (Saturday) in Inverness, a brand new city which still holds all the charms of a big country town. At a hostel packed with people, we cracked open the freaking BARBY and whipped on a couple of steaks and ate with our hands while we drank beers and sang dodgy renditions of Hotel California to a guitar with only 5 strings. Perfection really.

We finished off the tour this afternoon by coming back via Stirling (think William Wallace aka Mel Gibson) and ended up back in Edinburgh.


Alas, I am here in Glasgow, with a train back to London town tomorrow. Apart from the fact its kinda cool walking around seeing tacky Davidson clan souvenirs everywhere, my experiences of Scotland over the last week have ignited a firm desire to see more of the country and embrace is absolutely massive history. In fact it would be wise to assume that at this point I’ve become infatuated with the idea of finding a Scotsman to marry me just so I can live here.

In short. It was love at first sight.


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