Umdatul - Summer, what a beautiful day!

Summer, what a beautiful day!

……..literally. It’s already June and there is no sign that summer is actually here. So far as I can remember, Edinburgh was blessed with only a couple of sunny days. They were not even 100% sunny days, as usual, it was raining in between the sun. This kind of weather makes me either underdressed or overdressed for the day. I am definitely not alone though. The locals and tourists alike are dressed either in thick jackets or tank tops and shorts. It’s kind of funny if you see them. Like they are living in two completely different countries.

But, one gotta give props to the Scots when it comes to the sun. They will embrace it however meagre the sunshine is. Even at 15 degrees and high wind, these people still love to go to the parks and do whatever it is they do under the sun. Also, there are a lot of fun events going on this month. From the Meadows Festival with live music, interest group booths and food stalls, free circus in Grassmarket to free movie screening at St. Andrew Square in the New Town area.

Me being me, however, only went to the Meadow Festival on the 4th, and after going around a bit and finding it too overwhelming, I left to enjoy the sun with my closest friends at the Princes Street Garden. It is very much preferable than throwing myself from one of those 30-metre high thing at the festival people seem to be crazy about.

The weather went downhill after that. The city was “blessed” with a week worth of rain in a single day in that week. It was literally raining 24 hours non-stop. This caused flooding in various parts of the city, disrupting tram services. The following days were no better. Heavy dark cloud and drizzle were a little too much for my own liking. And with a building anxiety caused by this lovely thing called “dissertation”, the dark weather easily exacerbated my already foul mood.

Just when I started to get fed up with the weather, Mr Sunshine showed up. Last weekend it was scorching hot and I, along with some classmates, went to Portobello and had some bonfire. It was an unusually warm night and so chilling at the beach was a perfect idea to spend Saturday night. We haven’t had any gathering since the term ended a couple of months ago so it was nice to see them. Also, it is always nice to sit on the beach, waiting for the sky to get darker by the hour until I can’t see where the sea ends and the sky starts at the horizon. It almost makes up for the lack of a spectacular sunset. Almost, but not quite. J Alas, most of the time memories are not about the place, but often they are made by the people we spend time with. And after missing the last bus and having had to walk aaaalllllll the way from the beach to the city centre, I am pretty sure last Saturday night (Sunday morning?) was one of those memories that will be forever etched in my mind. J

I will never get on one of those things. Not even for a million pounds...
I will never get on one of those things. Not even for a million pounds...
Our wee bonfire on the beach...
Our wee bonfire on the beach...