The Graduate

As you know, I’ve been in St Andrews helping my little brother celebrate his graduation.

After four long years it was time for him to say goodbye to the little town that had changed him so much.

When Harry left for university he was still a kid in so many ways.

The guy I came home with is a bright, talented & handsome young man who’s got the world at his feet.

I left a sunny Kings Cross station behind and boarded my train.

After the long journey north, I was greeted at the boys house with cheers and a big red cup was thrust into my hands.

Now, St Andrews isn’t just any university. While most students sip on larger & lambrini, the St A boys know how to party. Champagne, whisky & cigars all round. In the early hours I left them singing country songs and reminiscing about old times to make my way to bed. The next morning we slipped into Mitchell’s Deli for full Scottish breakfasts, complete with haggis and big pots of tea.

I hate the rain & I loathe getting my feet wet. This does not make me an ideal candidate for life in St Andrews. The second I arrive I pull on my mac & my hunters and refuse to take them off for anyone. But… seeing as this was Harry’s big day, I conceded and swapped ma waders fo’ pumps.

We watched from the balcony and whooped and cheered when H’s name was finally called.

Then it was time to party.

Yes, that is a mortar board cupcake. We certainly know how to party.

For supper we went to The Adamson. A new, family owned restaurant on South Street.

The food was exceptional and they serve great cocktails, if you’re in the area I highly recommend a trip.

Later that night we took ourselves dancing but tumbled home, exhausted just a few hours later.

Guess where I dragged everyone for breakfast the next day…

You got it, back to Mitchell’s for boiled eggs, soldiers & a side of haggis (my new obsession). After a long, blustery walk on the beach we went home to get ready for the ball. I was given a total of four minutes, but you should never underestimate a girl who can apply eyeliner with one hand and no mirror!

I wriggled into my Von Furstenberg gown and we headed to dinner at the Balgove Steak Barn. Yes, Barn.

It’s a huge, open sided shed with long trestle tables and blankets for your knees.

From a menu of local steaks, sausages and burgers we plumped for a round of côtes de bÅ“uf to share. We weren’t disappointed, look at the size of those beasts!

Having eaten our weight in steak, onion rings and fries, we jumped in our carriage to the ball.

I blame this vodka luge for the fact that I have so few pictures of the evening!

Needless to say we had an incredible time and we were both very sorry to leave at the end of the weekend. I adore Harry and his friends and wish everyone graduating this summer all the luck and success in the world! I know leaving university can be a seriously scary time, so listen up…

You’ll do just fine! .

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  • Laura

    Rosie, I just realised you must have been at my graduation ceremony, tea party and at the ball. What a small world, I even recognize your brother from a tutorial we were in together. Going to try the Cauliflower pizza tomorrow night- fingers crossed it looked amazing.


  • My alma-mater!!! I miss St Andrews!!! 🙂

  • Imogen May

    I thought this was a pretty apt post to have a little natter! I graduated last week from UAL, I had a bladdy amazing 3 years but now I’m getting that ‘Ooooh shit’ feeling as the rest of ma future dawns upon me like a looming cloud of mystery haha.

    I write a little lifestyle blog over at which has been my little spot to share my experiences, recipes, travels and all sorts throughout uni – the aim is to present TV/Radio, I have just finished an internship at Company magazine – but I actually have grown to really love blogging/working with brands and companies and all that jazz. Alas, like so many thousands of bloggers lurking around the net I am yet to receive any pennies for it, which isn’t a main goal but now I am spending so much time on it would be pretty helpful!

    There is SO much pressure to get a salary 9-5 office job (especially living in London) and having that as a reality is my worst fear – especially coming from the Isle of Wight being used to working as a life guard or in an ice cream shack, it is all completely alien! It’s a horrible feeling to know that your about to step onto that slippery slope of becoming so immersed in a job that you just feel comfortable that you forget what you wanted to do in the first place. Basically after rambling on a load, I’m reaching out to you to get your views on blogging as a full time thing – and how I may be able to fit it around earning dollar to support myself.

    I realise that great things never happen overnight and it takes a lot of hard graft to get my blog anywhere near the amazing success of yours – I just wanted to see what ya thought? Post graduation is such a weird time – I feel all over the place!

    Thank you for all your wonderful posts and inspiration you give me on a daily basis! 🙂

    Immy X

  • Heather Rachel Chalmers

    Just found this post again … this is my hood! The Balgove Larder is going to be raided for Christmas holiday goodies this year… and I may just have to drag my mother to mitchells for a big breakfast too! Man I miss Scotland.