… don’t forget the cliches.
The Granite city, grey buildings glistening in the rain, pints costing a fiver due to oil riches, a place full of craft keg fanatics with a BrewDog on every corner, a last stop before the ferry to the beer paradise that is Lerwick, etc etc.
It felt very quiet at 8am as we hopped on the bus the mile north to Old Aberdeen, now home of the University and not much else. I’d have asked Mrs RM to walk to save the £2.20, but I valued my life at more than £2.20, and the University were pleased she’d saved the taxi fare.
Frost was on the ground outside the admin block where I left Mrs RM. It looked very Cambridge.
I popped in to Starbucks in the Crombie Annexe, saving 25p on city prices, and then walked down the cobbled old High Street in search of ticks. Or basic boozers with a red “T” outside them.
Of course “wowser” Scotland just taunts you with coffee in their pubs till 11am. EVEN THE SPOONS.
And it’s only 9. So I admired the decade-old football stickers,
the street art,
the scary alleys,
and the council building, possibly the grandest in the UK.
All very beautiful, just as it was on my last visit a decade ago (before Brew Dog).
Not very grey, apart from my mood as I realised I had 90 minutes till opening, and those boats weren’t taking me to Kirkwall for a tenner either.
So I jumped on the 9.39 to Stonehaven. I was the only passenger.
NB Here’s the song. No “Mary’s Prayer“, but what is ?