So the day has finally dawned, 18 September 2014.
It has been approaching for two years now, but I suspect for most people living in Scotland, those in a position to answer the question 'Should Scotland be an independent country?', it has seemed slightly unreal. The implications of a split from the UK seem ludicrous. Well, it does to me. My lovely, gentle mother was English, and my academic, fiercely intelligent father was Scottish. That makes me British. Now I have been asked to make a choice between them. At least, that's what it feels like. That's serious, personal stuff. So, with that and an awful lot of other things taken into serious consideration, there was only one answer for me.
The East Coast haar has been present for a few days now. Today it has not lifted. That doesn't really surprise me. It reflects the fog I think Scotland finds itself in today. Half the country didn't want to find itself in this unbearable position. I hope that by tomorrow the haar will have cleared, and maybe even the sun will be shining by the end of the day. Fingers crossed!
Tilly and I walked the two miles home from the polling station. We needed to clear our heads. The tramp across the top of harvested fields, quiet in the grey light and dripping landscape, was very welcome.
And the highlight of my day - a speckled wood butterfly. You can always rely on the natural world to set you straight!
We are Better Together.
Tilly and I walked the two miles home from the polling station. We needed to clear our heads. The tramp across the top of harvested fields, quiet in the grey light and dripping landscape, was very welcome.
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