Aberdeen gets a bad rap. True, it’s not as pretty as Edinburgh and it doesn’t have the buzz of Glasgow. It’s also quite possibly the coldest place on Earth when the wind picks up (as it often does) and on a dull day when you are surrounded by granite and beneath a slab of sky it can feel like you’re walking in a concrete box. But it’s a town I know well – I was brought up just outside the city limits – and I have a great amount of affection for it. The buildings are a mixture of grand and quaint, the seagulls are bold, the pies are fantastic and on a blue sky day that grey, grey granite sparkles gently in the sun.
Managed to snap a few photos of Aberdeen yesterday between lunch with a friend and an opticians appointment. They aren’t great and they’re of a limited area but they’ll give you an idea of what the town is like.
The second last photo is of the tattie pie that I bought from the Auld Toon Bakery for my lunch. The final photo is of the bird that pecked it from out of my hands as I walked down the High Street then devoured it before my eyes.