Victorian Snow White at Liberton Kirk

“Her skin was white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”

Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Snow White

A classic story about beauty and monstrosity, kindness and jealousy, innocence and hatred

A story about the girl with pure heart and her cruel stepmother, who couldn’t bear being worse in any way. We all know that story, of course. But what if it was totally different?

Winer in Meadows, Edinburgh

Winter has come to Ediburgh!

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”

George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Spring? What spring? It’s time for second winter!

When I am writing these words, snow is already melting behind the window and all I can hear is the rain, silently tapping on the window sill. But only 5 days ago we had really strong blizard here, which lasted almost 3 days! If I lived in a castle, I could totally feel like in Winterfell 😉

Snowdrops

Magical walk in search of snowdrops

A short photo story about some nice discoveries

25 February was almost like the first day of spring to me, although not long after that winter has come again to Scotland (more about that here). That day I decided to go for a walk in search of snowdrops and had really magical time, wandering along Water of Leith.

70s’ vibes at Dean Village

There is a place in Ediburgh, where I’m going every time I want to feel like in a fairytale.

Hidden in a small city valley, which used to be a grain milling area over 800 years ago. Today, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the wind of history there, blowing between magnificent victorian court, gray brick buildings reminding of medieval times and colourful houses by the river.

Ediburgh, Calton Hill

Hello from Neverland!

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

It’s always hard to start, isn’t it? To choose the right words for the beginning. But let’s try anyway!

It all started with Instagram

As I really love writing and I miss it a lot, I’ve been thinking about starting a blog from quite a long time. But it always seemed to be not-a-very-good idea, since “the golden era” of blogs is definietely behind us. I’m always a bit late, I tend to begin something, when others end it. Let’s call it rebel, can we? It always sounds better 😀