Over the past two months, I’ve had some of the best weekends of my life. I’ve been to places I’ve always wanted to visit, discovered places I never knew existed, done things I’ve always wanted to do, and created and relived some precious memories — all within the UK. And the reason I’ve been so quiet, is because I’ve been far too busy living it to capture it on camera. From a seafront pub in South Shields which you can only visit using a rickety cliff-side lift, to a surprisingly nice Wetherspoons hotel in Edinburgh — I couldn’t have asked for a better British adventure.
Speaking of Edinburgh, you may or may not know it’s my favourite city — besides Ostende of course. There’s nothing about it I don’t love, except maybe the steep hills. Last weekend was the first time in years I have experienced it outside of the Fringe Festival atmosphere, so I took advantage of my close proximity to the zoo, and went to see some penguins.
Since my last visit to Edinburgh Zoo about four years ago, they’ve acquired two massive pandas. Only the male was on-show when I went to see them (and unfortunately, he was asleep). So that was a let-down. However, their famous Penguins Rock was just as I remembered it — the best damn attraction in any damn zoo the whole damn world has to offer. If you’re reading this and you don’t love penguins, there’s nothing for you here I’m afraid. Unless, of course, you also enjoy rhinos and monkeys.
This was the first time in my life I have been able to see a rhino close-up — two, in fact! I was terrified and overwhelmed (and all the other adjectives). I mean, let’s not mess about here, they actually look like dinosaurs. A real life dinosaur. And what’s more, one of them had blood running down it’s face and was about 20 times the size of me. What more of a reason do I need to be completely in awe of these massively aggressive grey wrinklebags? None — and here’s the pictures: