After an incredibly hectic end to the Autumn term, I found myself boarding a very early, packed morning train bound for Edinburgh to meet my blogger pals Kirsty, Kim and Erica. Having never travelled on a train solo before, a short jaunt to another country was no biggie, honestly. Arriving at 10.30am, after a 5.45am start, my knees knocked from the sheer bitter temperature. Not nerves, honestly. Kirsty was first on the scene to meet me at the station. Also known as Indigo Buttons, Kirsty is officially ‘the first blogger I’ve ever met’ and is just what you’d expect. A cheerful optimist with a lovely big smile and such a warm nature. As soon as her dulcet Scottish tone of ‘Hulloooo’ welcomed me, I was instantly at ease and ready to go meet Kim and Erica, fringe friends. Nerves, more bloody nerves. As soon as Erica’s top knot bounded off the bus, I knew they’d arrived. Kim in her uber cool specs and Erica, the myth, the legend and the only person I know that can wear her hair that high and totally rock it.
First stop, coffee and funny looking tea. We settled into Costa and pacified our growling stomachs, all the while talking ten to the dozen whilst the woman on the table next to us smothered giggles at our animated conversations. It was there that it hit me. These girls had already met, knew each other and here I was, the unknown entity. The quiet one. More nerves. Two hours later, a Primark & H&M shopping spree under our belts, I was over that hurdle and we were chatting away like long lost internet friends.
Beautiful, picturesque Edinburgh… with your stunning architecture, Gothic structures and Christmas markets. If that wasn’t enough to tempt out my camera, the cider and burgers at The Red Squirrel sure did. By that time, we’d all succumbed to our phones and taking photographs of food was the natural next step. One very large burger and cider later, we set the blogger world to rites and looked forward to meeting Kirsty’s Scottish blogger pals at Edinburgh’s Christmas markets.