Last day in England, and the trip summary runs from rather good to rather bad (you may keep reading for a semi-depressing, semi-non-depressing ending that may or may not get either better or worse depending on how good or badly my transportation out of here goes):

I spent three days in London at what I can only describe is the London equivalent of a Motel 6, but at least there were no hidden dead bodies in the walls. The shower curtain apparently didn't like myself or my friend, since it fell at least twice during our stay, and since both of us are short, we couldn't fix it. Also, tiny room, tiny beds, tiny continental breakfast, tiny bathroom, and a rather depressing lack of power outlets. Meh, I've stayed in worse.

But I had a lovely shoot in Richmond Park with Jo Rich (Model Mayhem #321970), who is amazingamazing, and it was my first shoot here in the UK! And she was a good sport, even though we walked about 7 or 8 miles total for the shoot.

Then I went to the British Museum to feed my Pathetic Inner Fangirl for Greek pottery and viking jewelry. Pathetic Inner Fangirl was quite happy at the end of the day, despite constant walking about and lack of coffee.

I do believe I slimmed down a bit on this trip.

Now for that depressing bit.

And I am now in Cambridge and was supposed to have another shoot, but the model appears to have disappeared (appears? No, more like did disappear. But I'm being nice in my sulk). Which is quite unfortunate, since I did plan this second leg of my trip (despite not having infinite expenses--I've been eating One Meal a Day cheap pub food all week so I don't spend too much) specifically so I could shoot with her. So I booked my accommodation (at a much better place than the one in London!) and my train ticket home, and by the time it was too late to refund, she had fled.

Sad day. Especially since we had been planning this for months, she seemed like a very trustworthy and professional person I met right here on Deviantart (and is fairly well known on this site), and now I'm not quite sure what to do about it because I'm sad and thought she was my friend.

There's my statement of utter disappointment and sorrow.

I'm not very good at sitting in my room and sulking. I am paying to stay here, so damned if I'm going to lay in my (rented) bed all day and cry about it.

So I went walking and looked around Cambridge (lovely place). And stopped in a cafe to pull a bit of a JK Rowling to write on some napkins and work on my NaNoWriMo novel (I am actually working on it, despite having done absolutely no updating to my Nano page):


You may note the amount of empty sugar packets starting now...

I have to say, I'm kind of glad this trip is over. I've been gone five days, and I miss Scotland. I am aware constantly that I'm not there. I miss the people. I miss sitting in the pubs and chatting endlessly with Scottish bartenders (some of the nicest people I've ever met, I daresay). And I miss the sea, and the rain, and the wind.