Life is better at the Beach.

As the final days of my cycle approaches, I tend to feel very disoriented; asking J twenty times a day why we are together, doubt whether I should've even entered higher education to begin with and cry of dogs being kept on leash. Sitting in a university library is the last thing I want to do during this week-or-so of dysphoria.
       So come Friday afternoon, I packed camera, chocolate-provisions and boyfriend for a walk along the sea. Nothing calms the mind like salty air and crashing waves. 

By the east end of the harbour we stumbled upon Footdee, or "Fittie", an old fishing village. A very intriguing place indeed, with its many sheds and strange(st) combinations of bric-a-brac.
The whole atmosphere was so calm and quiet. A group of elderly sat outside in the sun, chatting away and greeting all the surpassers in their thick accents. A massive dog ambling around the lanes. The hectic Friday afternoon going on in the rest of Granite city couldn't seem to reach us here.
Killer combo to the left, ey? So this is what happens to Scandinavian caution signs.
Could stand watch this forever <3 
On our way back home I had to sneak a photo of this man doing his crossword puzzle at one of the seaside cafés. 
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We made it safe and sound to Aberdeen! (Although it was a bloody long journey - 16 hours in total travelling from Bath, I still feel a wee jet-lagged although I've just moved within GMT) The flat is currently ours alone, which feels very nice after spending the summer with constant do's and don'ts from our former house mates (who tended to leave piles of dishes covering the kitchen counter, not to mention used sanitary pads on the bathroom floor. Like don't throw stones when you're sat in a glasshouse, dear.) - But here on Hutcheon Street it's so tidy and IKEA-fresh, I feel we're staying in a hotel than a home. Hopefully that feeling will wear off soonish.
This beauty decorates our stairwell.
Rain! In Scotland! 
Charles and Diana hanging out in the Bathroom, keeping track of my make-up brushes.
I have my courses and timetable set for the upcoming year, it will be a mix of Art History, French and Sociology. After the first encounter with most of the College of Art's lecturers this afternoon, I feel like it is Hogwarts I will attend. They were like a bunch of Professor McGonagall's presenting different topics. Or possibly a bunch of Hagrids, considering the accent. On the bottomline, I am so excited for the lectures to start next week! 
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