This New Years Eve was spent somewhere quite special, the home of New Year itself - Edinburgh. I went with my friend, Nicola, who started the trip with a grand prix inspired Champagne explosion in the train carriage. This was not the end of the alcoholic explosions.
When we arrived to our cosy B&B, we got dressed for the night ahead (bobble hats, thick jumpers and coats, not quite my NYE outfit of choice) and headed off to find some dinner and explore. After some pub grub at an atmospheric Scottish pub, we walked around the labyrinth clutching our plastic bottles filled to the brim with G&T. In the dark the things which stood out were the brightly lit buildings, christmas lights and fairground rides, which is what I ended up photographing the most. This was, until my phone got covered in said G&T (thanks to an explosion in my handbag), and stopped working. During this time (unfortunetly, un-documented), we danced to the music at the stages, met random travellers and Scots and finished the night with some incredible fireworks and rather expensive nachos. And thanks to some 'touch wood' superstition the rain held off all night.
After some time in a cup of rice on the radiator, my phone was soon restored to it's former glory and managed to capture Edinburgh in light on New Years Day. From the obligatory Scot with bagpipes to Nicola on the ferris wheel. That evening we then ate at another Scottish inspired place, drinking (at a more relaxed rate) whisky cocktails and burgers in whisky sauce at none other than, The Whiski Rooms.
An unforgettable New Year and highly recommended. Next year...Sydney? New York...? Touch wood.