When I think about the U.K, I think cups of tea, the Queen, London, crumpets and probably most of all: Harry Potter. I like most of you (although I’m Australian), grew up with Harry Potter, reading the first book when I was 10 and following the books and films from there.
So on the weekend I made the ultimate Harry Potter pilgrimage, I went to the studio tour in London and let’s be honest, it was nothing short of magical. It was like it was my 10th birthday again, I had that giddy-excited-nervous feeling in my stomach plus I ate way too much sugar. It was brilliant, so do yourself a favour and check it out.
Having lived in Edinburgh for a year, I honestly thought me and my best-friend-to-be J.K Rowling would have crossed paths. Whether it be in the milk section at Tesco, or picking up a takeaway at the local indian, I thought it would have happened by now. I would probably go into mental panic-stricken fluster if it did happen and say something ridiculous like ‘Not as good as the stuff from Hogsmeade’, before awkwardly laughing, only to bow my head and run away in shame.