Hi all. I’m writing this from a train on my way back to London, having popped up to Edinburgh for a whirlwind thirty-six hours to touch base with Jake, who’s spending a month or so setting up for the Fringe. While he had to work on Saturday, I took my newfound solo energy and spent the day walking around the city, taking photos and studying in the sun with a pink gin cocktail. I knew he would be working; I went up for the two nights we’d have together, to lie in each other’s arms and feel the kind of relaxation you can only get when being held by someone you love.
It’s been a funny few months. I’m hesitant to be too negative, as I grapple constantly with the balance between honesty and lacking awareness of my own good fortune. But, without wanting to be a cliché, there’s something about bumbling along in my mid-twenties that has left me feeling uncertain, unsettled and little anxious these past few months. It’s nothing serious, nor unusual; I’m sure this is how most young people often feel, when work, friendships and my future feel so fragile much of the time. But I spend an unfortunate amount of time questioning my choices and feeling vulnerable to the massive expanse that is what happens next.
Anyway, I had a weird week. Some work drama, balancing tasks, supporting people I care about through their own wobbles – yeah, I was tired this weekend. Although I was in London during both this week and last week, I didn’t get my camera out at all, hence why there are only weekend photos. I want to feel more settled but I also want to be tolerant of what is a notoriously unstable period of almost everyone’s lives, and ride out the uncertainty with as much perspective as possible.
I felt like I’d taken a big deep breath on Saturday evening, when Jake and I climbed Arthur’s Seat at sunset. I hadn’t been out in nature for a while, and I missed it. The golden light shone over the hills as we climbed up the steep path, Jake forging ahead while I hung back to snap picture after picture of the lush green peaks. We made it to the top in good time, giving us an hour to drink our cans of cheap alcohol and for me to wrestle with my camera settings until I was happy with my pictures.
Edinburgh is an incredibly beautiful place. It was interesting looking back at the very pictures I took this time last year, when I came up for the same weekend in order to get a few hours with J as he worked on last year’s Fringe build. I’ll probably be putting a post together this week to show just how much more creative and, well, better I am now with my camera. I took photos of the sandy buildings, the colourful shop fronts, the old castle on the hill and the spires that dot between the rest of the city’s buildings. I edited them at the start of my journey home, before turning to my keyboard to share them with all of you. I hope you like some of them.
Here are this week’s photos. Which one is your favourite?