After treating myself to a Malteser cake at The Elephant House in Edinburgh, I set off for St. Andrews. St. Andrews, for those not completely in the know, is very famous for the birthplace of golf. It also hosts the University of St. Andrews, which, along with its long illustrious history, is where Prince William and the now Duchess of Cambridge went to university.
My reasoning for going to St. Andrews was not because of golf (which continues to disappoint the rest of the men in my family), or because of the Prince (I have my own mohawk-sporting, theatre costume enthusiast, geek extraordinate, Prince back in Minnesota, thank you very much).
I went because it's where The Student Prince was set.
I know I've mentioned this before without really going into details. Essentially, it's a modern adaptation of an adaptation of Arthurian characters, who go to the University of St. Andrews as students. If you wish to read it, you may do so here. Warnings and the general synopsis are all on that page. Any references to the story will be labelled as TSP, to avoid confusion.
Probably best to say that this is a Lucas endorsement only, not a CAPA one or anything - but it will give a better understanding as to why this trip was important to me. I mean, if people are able to make trips specifically to see Harry Potter related things, or Sherlock Holmes related things (which I have done); I have the upmost right to do so regarding a fanfic.
Fanfics really are an updated version of myths.
I arrived in St. Andrews on the 28th in the early afternoon. I realized once arriving, after seeing a sign that was highly suggestive towards Hugh Grant hanging above a shop, that a golf tournament was happening that weekend. Huge celebrities and things. The reason why ALL the hostels, B&Bs, and hotels were booked for the 28th. The reason why I had no accommodation for the 28th...
I spent an hour or two exploring the Castle Sands, which is right below St. Andrews Castle (In TSP, one of the characters tries to kill Arthur - and Merlin stops him in an epically painful way) I looked for seashells and pretty rocks to take back to England with me. I had no idea that there were agates in St. Andrews. Very pretty ones. Of course, one could just spend a long time looking out to the North Sea and be content.