London's Calling

London, London. I always love to visit and I always love to return to Scotland again afterwards!

To me it's a city of opportunity and intrigue. A city that somehow always manages to entice you out of your comfort zone to taste its charms for yourself. I find the anonymity it offers liberating, yet slightly unnerving at the same time. On one hand you could easily reinvent yourself in London; nobody seems to care what you look like or what you do with your life! On the other hand, I reckon the "nobody seems to care" part would get to me in the end.

Fortunately for me, my London does seems to care. Indeed it is full of displaced fellow Scotsmen, big hearted Irishmen and a whole load of cookie English, Kiwi and Aussie folk, who all prevent me from wandering through the city streets alone, unknown and feigning a new identity as a monied eccentric from some artist commune in the suburbs. Mercy me! Thank God for mates.

Gloucester Terrace

Claire met me at Paddington Station after my 1st class journey on the Heathrow express-darling! Oh the joys of work expenses! Claire was in great form; landscape architecture and London life seems to be doing her the world of good. We walked over to her lovely wee flat on Gloucester Terrace where I was shown my double room and newly fitted en suite bathroom; courtesy of Claire's temporarily absent flat mate, way hey!