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A few weeks past I took a little trip to Nottingham. It was nice. I had never been and didn’t know what to expect. Well I knew it wasn’t going to be the most fascinating city. I also could not tell you a thing about Nottingham, well apart from Robin Hood. Even after visiting I am still confused by the place.

The reason for my trip was to meet up with my friend Mollie. We have spoken for about two years and after a failed attempt to meet up at Leeds Festival I decided it was time to take a trip down. I love traveling, even if it is just down to a random city within the UK. It is just always nice seeing somewhere new. Just the whole thought of wandering around a city I’ve never been to gets me excited.

I don’t mind flying but when you step into something that looks like a bus with wings you can’t help but get a bit hesitant. I flew down from Edinburgh to East Midlands. The flight only lasted around an hour and I spent most of it trying to get some sleep. I never really got any. I then proceeded to spend the next hour on a bus actually getting into Nottingham. I can’t remember the last time I was on a bus, I hate busses. I was instantly missing my car.

Over the period of the weekend we never actually did much. The Friday was spent wandering around some shops and the city centre. It was nice just walking and talking to somebody that you have only ever heard over the phone or seen on a screen. Even although there was a slight misunderstanding at times with the accent/slang differences it wasn’t actually that bad. We ended up sitting in a random little park looking at some fancy birds in cages for a while. That was also pretty nice. It was one of the hottest Halloweens on record after all. Well I think it was…wasn’t it?


The Saturday consisted of pretty much the same as the Friday. We wandered around seeing the “sights” shall we say. One of the places we visited was the Nottingham Contemporary. I like it art. I like modern art too. I don’t think you could actually class any of the pieces in this place to be art. I mean one was a room with two big screens showing some sort of films about moss or something. I don’t even know, it was just weird so we quickly left. We continued to stroll our way round the city ending up at the castle. I’m from Scotland I think I know a castle when I see one. This was more of a fortified big house. Disappointed was an understatement. Luckily for me it was free entry that day. Also unluckily for me it was free entry that day, the place was so busy. I would like to have said that the views were unreal and a must see but you know it is Nottingham after all. It’s just another town. It was a really nice view don’t get me wrong, it just lacked its purpose of originality.

The “Castle” was filled with a museum. You know the typical war museum, the sort of ones in most historical castles and such. It was all too much for us as we descended on some leather sofas at the bottom of the stairs. I am still really confused as to why there were sofas there but in hindsight I’m not complaining. We must have been sitting talking for around half an hour before heading off. By this point it was pretty windy and pretty cold and I never brought my jacket. I hate wearing layers and with it still rather mild I refused to wear it.

I’ve got a rule. Whenever you are traveling no matter where it is you always must get the stereotypical tourist photo. Being in Nottingham there is a big Robin Hood statue so obviously this was a must. It was right outside the castle and seemed like the place to go for that treasured crappy photo.



The rest of the day was spent using the copious amount of free tea bags in my hotel room and chatting away again. Mollie went home to have some food and to get ready for going out that night. I had some food and got ready. By ready I mean drink. I ended up by filling the sink with cold water to keep my beer cold. I done it in a shit hostel in London so why not in a fancy hotel in Nottingham Right?? I also had some whiskey, my drink of choice. I find it boring just sitting drinking beer all night so it’s good to mix it up. Well in my mind anyway. At around eleven I headed up to some club, well two clubs, Rescue Rooms and Stealth. I have no clue which was which but one had exceptionally good music. A lot better than any club I have been to in Scotland anyway. I wish I could have spent longer there but after getting lost from Mollie and her friends I headed back to the hotel. I did however end up going the wrong direction and in my drunken state I got lost. It took me an hour to find the hotel and when I arrived I arrived with the biggest fish and chips I’ve ever seen. I don’t even like fish and chips but I ate i, well most of it and fell asleep.


The last day was all a bit rushed. We both slept longer than planned. We had a fun filled day planned to going somewhere I can’t remember the name of. I’m sure it was nice. I knew when we were planning it though that I would never see it. It was never going to happen the morning after a night out. We met up for the last time around half twelve-ish. There wasn’t a lot of time left to do anything as I was panicking about my boarding pass not being printed and well I still had to get the bus back to the airport. I ended up having to leave at half one which left the last hour a bit rushed. Again we just wandered around with not much to do, this all may seem rather boring but to me I enjoyed it.

It seemed like the weekend was over in the blink of an eye. So cliché I know but it really did. It felt as if it was over as soon as it began. I would never actually promote going and meeting up with people you have met online. I mean you think you are talking to a nice girl your age and they turn out to be a Forty year old guy called Dave with three kids from wales. I’m sure that wouldn’t be a nice experience and luckily that has never happened to me. This was a friendship built up over two years of texts, calls, skype and snapchats etc. Even though it’s not what I was expecting It still means a lot to me and is a trip I won’t forget in a hurry.