For many a Scot, Friday 19 September was greeted with bleary eyes and a weary heart. Weeks, months, years of investigation, opinion and debate had reached a carnival crescendo in the heady days leading up to the Referendum. Sadly, that sense of bounding hope took a steady kicking on the night of the 18th, as result after result rolled in proclaiming No. It hurt.
As dawn broke on Friday, the weather didn’t disappoint. The dreich sky was filled with a thick haar that hid the Castle from view – a symbolism that was not lost on the 45% who dragged their sorry arses back to work, and back to reality.
There it is – the gloom. It’s cathartic to give voice to it, but now I want to let it go. Because there’s work to be done. The Yes voters united around three little words: Let’s Do This. I think it’s a…
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