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.