Loudons in Edinburgh

I am a sucker for an independent coffee shop. I’ve never understood why people choose to go to Starbucks. Having walked past Loudons on my previous trip to Edinburgh, my sister and I made a note to return, which we did so this morning on the hunt for breakfast.

There were a couple of bonuses. It was sunny and they had outdoor seats, which was perfect as my sister and I both had our dogs with us. And they had the most handsome barista ever. Sold.

On another note, this is the second time in the past few weeks I have picked up my camera thinking it has the 50mm attached, only to be disappointed to find it’s the 28mm. Boo!

 
 

Clyde Skating

Skating by the Clyde seems pretty dumb to me. What if you don’t land that trick and your board goes bye-bye? That’s precisely what happened here, straight into the Clyde. Even I found it painful to watch and it wasn’t my board. RIP, Mikey’s skateboard.

Davo text and said he was skating nearby my flat. I brought my 28mm and dog, the latter of which was an awful idea (she was afraid of the skateboards), and set about taking some action shots. Have I mentioned I am terrible at photographing skateboarding? I am terrible at photographing skateboarding. It’s definitely a lot of fun, though, and something I want to do more of.

 
 
 
 

Ryan and His Beanie

Whenever I hang out with Ryan I photograph his face. How can I not? He has good bone structure and happily allows me to direct him into all sorts of positions. Wait, that sounds wrong. We just did a couple of quick portraits in my living room while watching Dynamo (seriously, that is the first time I’ve watched it. HOW?). There is another on my Flickr.

 
 

Lupo

As you all know by now, I am crazy about dogs and photographing them. They are my favourite animal. When out walking Indie, I came across a 9 week old pup called Lupo. He’s a Eurasier, which is apparently quite a rare breed of dog (I don’t think I’ve ever met one). At first sight I thought it was a Japanese Akita. Either way, I wanted to steal him, but I think his master would have noticed.

 
 

Meet Me At St Louis

Every Sunday, for the rest of our lives. I’ll have waffles with bacon and maple syrup, please. And a latte ‘cos I’m a fatty.

When Lindsay asked where I wanted to go for brunch, I asked her to take me somewhere new. It’s easy to get into a habit of visiting regular spots, and while I will always wax lyrical about Tribeca’s french toast, it’s Glasgow we’re talking about and there are a thousand other places to discover. Enter St Louis cafe, which is on Dumbarton Road nearer to the Partick end of the city.

After OD’ing on sugar, we drove to Holmwood for a play in the sun and yet more coffee. Perfect Sunday!

 
 

Pride Glasgow

I am 97.4% straight, yet I found myself at Pride Glasgow over the weekend to dabble in some street photography. Pride Glasgow is a lesbian, gay, bi-sexual and trans pride festival. Essentially it is a huge street party with a lot of checkered shirts and hair wax.

I know this is a controversial topic, but I have many gay and lesbian friends and am supportive of being in love with whoever happens to make your heart sing. It shouldn’t be an issue.

As it happened to be so suffocatingly busy, however, I merely passed through and took a few snaps. I would have stayed for longer, but the sun had made a rare and harsh appearance, and I was on the hunt for a cupcake.

 
 

Hyndland Farmers’ Market

When I first moved to Glasgow, I had romantic illusions of visiting the farmers’ market every second Saturday and stocking up on fresh produce. Today, I finally visited the farmers’ market… after 17 months of living here.

Based in Glasgow’s West End on the corner of Dumbarton Road and Hyndland Street, the market is a stone’s throw from my recommended brunch haunt, Tribeca. That is pretty much a perfect Saturday, in my opinion.

Whilst I didn’t splurge on fresh produce, I took a few photos, drank some coffee and tasted many samples, the most notable being the Irn Bru tablet. Yes, it sounds all kinds of wrong (and diet-wise it is), but you can’t visit a Scottish farmers’ market and not appreciate it.

 
 

Edinburger

This weekend didn’t exactly turn out as planned. With The Met Office issuing an amber weather warning, I figured it was safer I give driving to Manchester a miss. All geared up for an adventure, though, I boosted to my sister’s in Edinburgh and proceeded to have one of the best weekends I’ve experienced in a while.

My sister has been telling me about frozen yoghurt since she spent summer in LA a few years ago. I finally got to try it after Edinburgh’s opening of a frozen yoghurt bar, and it was every bit as good as my sister had been telling me. Open one of these in Glasgow, please.

We also stopped off at what is becoming a regular haunt for us, The Chocolate Tree on Bruntsfield Place. They are dog friendly and do a mean hot chocolate.

That’s not all. We drank afternoon cocktails, splurged on steak sandwiches, visited a secret shoe shop (where photos were forbidden) and window shopped at vintage stores. We also did the tourist thing, spending a bit of time on Royal Mile and climbing Arthur’s Seat. A bit of indulgence followed with a lot of fresh air makes for a happy Ashley.

I like visiting Edinburgh, and after this weekend I think I’ll visit even more.

 
 

Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh

With a sister living in Edinburgh, I’ve come to hear of Arthur’s Seat a fair bit. My sister claims to have ran around it a few times (I don’t believe her), and it’s one of Edinburgh’s top tourist attractions. Despite that, it has taken me until today to finally pay it a visit, and I chose the foggiest, wettest kind of day for it. I even wore a poncho. A poncho.

The top of Arthur’s Seat was covered in a thick, dreamy mist. It meant that the view over Edinburgh became less visible the higher we got, but I took some of the moodiest landscapes I’ve ever shot. I would like to return during the Summer for a different vibe. Oh wait, it is Summer.

 
 
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