And now, to Scotland! Some more writings I did whilst travelling through Scotland with my adventure companion Abbie Jones. Enjoy!
What is the opposite of slumming it?
We lived as the other half last night, pretending to have the money to wine and dine with the elite, keeping secrets, sitting at a candlelit dinner table straight backed, heads heigh, smiling quietly and laughing demurely, making small talk with waiters dressed in black, gliding from table to table ready to serve. He gave us a free drink for the delay in getting a table, and we laughed and thanked him and said it was no problem, knowing we wouldn’t have been able to afford another drink ourselves. We dined on soup of the day and a salmon risotto, making the most of the free bread and water. We were the last ones out of the restaurant.
Later on we sat in one of our rooms, meticulously calculating money, deciding to spend the next three nights living on cuppa soups and picnic snacks. Planning how to save the most money before continuing the journey. Scrimping and scraping for snack food to last, realising we are able to live on very little on a day to day basis. Saves on drink as well. Don’t eat for a day, have one pint, and you’re done.
There must be an opposite to slumming it. That’s what we’re doing. Snobbing it? Probably. It’s probably not a thing. Slumming it is the old Victorian thing, rich people in their insensitivities. Poor people, working people, didn’t do that, didn’t have time for that, had more dignity than that, were more morally switched-on, had more sense, had perceived how the other half lived and thought, I’ll never have that, I’ll never be rich, but as long as I have my health, as long as my family are together, as long as my children are fed. Treating money as a luxury. Riches as unnecessary. Living life on a daily basis.