Edinburgh has been a fantastic escape from the suffocation of London. After a shortish train ride up here – much of which was filled with no unstimulating scenery – Edinburgh-Waverly station sees you arriving in a luscious green valley bordered by the new town on one ridge and the glorious old-town castle and its surrounds on the other. Its nothing less than a charming city, steeped in a virtually untouched history.

The streets here seem much older than London’s and far less crowded too – if only for the lesser amount of people. It is leafy and clean, with an apparent air of friendliness – probably due to the lack of big city hum and the occasional squawk of a seagull overhead. We sit right by the Scottish east coast here, and walking the city streets, can often look downwards towards the ocean, a hundreds of years old statue or monument filling each vista’s foreground, and then dotting the skyline around.

Though Edinburgh’s history itself spans hundreds of years, you can tour many of its famous monuments and landmarks easily on foot with everything in close proximity. Deeply rutted, old-school cobble-stoned streets wind their way through glorious Georgian mansions and pristine green parklands and squares, then find their way into bustling laneways and alleys, filled with cafés, pubs and quaint boutique jewellery stores or galleries and at this time of year, street performers for the fringe festival providing an unbeatable lively atmosphere and vibe. It’s a wholly inspiring place. Although im up here for work, its been nearly impossible to not write or shoot.

Above all, its not been a hard week. – At its beginning, we put the finishing touches on a spectacular house in Edinburgh’s Charlotte Square, which consisted of no less (and probably more) than 30 rooms, which were decorated with antique style furniture in deep browns and mahoganies, and whose walls were adorned with ornate crystal mirrors reflecting light from similarly suitable lamps and the glints cascading down from the soaring ceilings where web-like chandeliers hung. Subdued and full of ambience, candles adding to the subtlety, we would host parties here from Wednesday through to Sunday, welcoming the glamorous and the queer of the media and its partner industries.

Scotland’s infamous weather would often obscure the mood here for some, but in an often rugged country-side, it can do nothing but enhance the dark, gothic beauty of much of its landscape. – In my opinion.

As my weeks draws to a close, I doubt I wont return here to the North, after discovering such an inspiring, picturesque part of the world.

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