My name’s Lee Jones, and I want to kill myself.

I was due to be in Edinburgh for 4 days, and also had plans to venture over to Glasgow for 3 days after. Tessa, a friend from back in Scarborough is now living just out of the centre in Leith with her partner Ben, and they kindly offered to let me stay round theirs while I was supposed to be working in the city.

I arrived around lunch time on Thursday, and took myself for a little walk. I stopped in Costa for a brew, and despite not having a massive love for Edinburgh I started out with the best intentions by throwing up a post online asking for recommendations on what to do during the days I was free. I was gonna be there for 4 days, so had to make the most of it. And genuinely looked forward to scoping out some of the places folk had sent me.

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Photo Tour pt.6: Hitching to Carlisle

We were supposed to check out of the hostel at like 10:30 and I’ve started this sentence like we were massively late when in fact we were out by 10:36 so yeah considering I’m travelling with Jazz that’s like a record or something. We grabbed some cardboard from the Lidl next door and headed to the Clyde to write Carlisle on it.

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Photo Tour pt.1: Hitchhiking to Middlesbrough

On Monday I left Scarborough along with JAZZebell_ as we decided to go on a hitch adventure.

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The purpose really is to travel around so Jazz can work with photographers and so I can do my own thing and document the whole process, along with taking my own photos on the way.

The afternoon we left it was pissing it with rain, and to give us a little boost my mum dropped us both off in Pickering. We started walking toward Thirsk to then hopefully end up on the A19 to Middlesbrough where we’d planned to end up that night.

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It took us maybe 25 minutes to get picked up, but by the time we were out of Pickering a couple stopped to pick us up. They told us about how they used to hitch back in the day, and still continue to pick up hitchers on the rare chance they see them. They were genuinely gutted they couldn’t take us further, and we were dropped off out in the rain about halfway to Thirsk. We carried on and it wasn’t long before another couple saw us and took pity. They said we looked miserable in the rain, but I know I was just doubting that an Audi driver would actually stop for us. I was wrong, and they were lovely.

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