Aberdeen

I lived in Aberdeen as a wee lad while Dad was studying at Aberdeen University. I haven't been back in the nearly 50 years since we left! Pam and I went back for a couple of nights specially to look at the old family haunts. We walked all around Aberdeen and had loads of fun reliving the past.

Just arrived at Aberdeen station. 

 

Abergeldie Road. No 71 where we lived is the top floor flat on the extreme right of the photo.

I sneaked down the side of the house and took this pic of the back yard of 71 Abergeldie Road. I can remember Mum hanging out clothes in the snow. According to Dad, the back garden looks much the same.  The red door runs up to our laundry/kitchen level.  Apparently I slid down those stairs backwards once, after toppling off my little trike.  No harm done - as far as we know?!

We had dinner in a pub nearby. Our first real Scottish meal, mashed tatties, neeps and haggis with whisky sauce, all washed down with an Irish Guinness. It was delish. 

Lots of fun was had at Duthie Park where Mum and Dad used to take us kids. Not sure if the old diesel roller was there then but I think it is slightly older than me. 

There was a brilliant winter garden in Duthie Park which we both enjoyed a lot.

The very ornate Marischal College where Dad spent a lot of his university life. The City Council uses the  buildings now. 

While wandering around we came across the tiny village of Footdee, right at the mouth of the Dee River. The houses were the tiniest we have ever seen.

This is the City Hall. Typical of the grand ornate style of the new city.