Royal Botanic Garden

There are lots of beautiful places in Edinburgh but we never venture there. This afternoon however we had a meeting with some clients nearby and we decided to cut accross the Royal Botanic Garden. It was a balmy afternoon and the shortcut turned into a very pleasant walk. They have a 100 years old hedge there which in our oppinion must have been a very good inspiration for The You Know Who for her final scene of the Triwizard Tournament which is taking place in a giant maze of a hedge. The cherry on a cake was a spectacular view of the city skyline.

We decided to come back sometime in next couple of weeks to have a better look at the waterfall there which got turned off at 6 pm sharp, just as we were passing by, so we just had a very short glimpse at the rest of its flowing waters.

Rural weekend

My husband and I

People keep on asking me how is the married life as if something was supposed to change with a thunderstrike after 7 years of relationship when you finally put magic Arabella rings on your mutual fourth fingers during a church ceremony.

Well, not much changes apart form the fact that I have to finally stop calling him my boyfriend (ups, I did it again!) and finally realise that I am a grownup and I have some responsibilities too.

He is getting on my nerves sometimes but at the same time he is my best friend and a work partner. He is my favourite photographer with an upcoming massive publication in the September issue of The Intelligent Life (who needs Vogue calling you if you get 12 pages spread there?) and constant motivation to work on my projects too.

And in addition to all that, he has just brought me a bowl of a saya muesli!

So here you have - us, Les Crofts on the way to a meeting with a client at Winton House.

Instead of holidays

Since I am not able to go on holiday anyway due to too many wedding bookings at this time of the year I decided to find a suitable substitute. Shoes, of course. These shoes cost as much as a holiday for two in a warm, Meditearrenian place. Well, maybe one day we will be able to have time for/afford both but for this wet, rainy Scottish summer these handcrafted, old English gentleman's style shoes will have to do. And nobody will ever be able to tell me again that I wear cheap shoes.

No idea

I seem not to have any ideas in my head any more. I think it must be a lack of holidays or a growing pressure over approaching deadlines. I have been completing a major commission recently and to my surprise I noticed that my head was surprisingly emptied of any good ideas. Not even great ones - good ones. Just when I have managed to put my foot through the door and get a response to my portfolio! Maybe sometimes one just has to do just a good, not a brilliant job? I would love to do only brilliant ones all the times but frankly I do not give a damn anymore. Maybe I just need a holiday, some quiet time in a warm place, with a good book (I am currently at Gladwell's 'Outliers' recommended by Szymon on his visit in Edinburgh couple of months ago.)

Another image taken through an Oxford's shopping window illustrates today's uninspired post. Maria Callas relaxing in the company of Churchill - this must have been a holiday! He called her 'terribly irritating' though - maybe she did not have any ideas for subjects of a sparkling conversation with him? Happens to me all the time.

Sheep

A reproduction of a sheep in print that I photographed in one of the antique prints shop's window in Oxford (in High Street). Isn't she cute for a 200 years old seep?

Holiday was cancelled