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Scots arise!

It was good to see Scotland’s Chief Executive standing up to the bully boy tactics of Westminster’s representative the other evening. I realise that both sides want to avoid driving wedges between the people of Scotland and those of its southern neighbour, but the silver fox’s finger-wagging throughout their first encounter really did annoy me, as did the man's constant barrage of meaningless threats to the effect that London would take away Scotland's currency in the event of a YES. Those guys should realise how the folk up here react to threats!

The thing that puzzles this expatriated Englishman - one who loves his country - more than anything is just this; why would anyone in Scotland want to go on and on being vassal to a government it did nothing to elect? A government based far away in (and for) the city of London? 

Scotland is a nation - a ‘land of Scots’ both indigenous and imported. Westminster as at today is a government that has through recent years sought to bring the whole United Kingdom to its knees with its crazed focus on financial disservices, unwanted multiculturalism, hostility to its European neighbours and stupid ‘where can I fight the next war on foreign soil because I’m a big boy in the world’ism?

Should the Scots vote YES in 18th September - as I hope - perhaps that and the suicidal rush to get out of the EEC will finally force long-overdue changes in the way my country (England) is governed. It may not be too late for the damage to be undone ... Winston Churchill may be watching, with whatever sadness ....

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First of the many - Me and Billy McGhee (alias Dee Islip)

First of the many - Me and Billy McGhee (alias Dee Islip)
Photograph courtesy of Colin Robertson

How it all started...

Our packaging business was based in Bahrain and Saudi Arabia. On the 11th of September 2001, in a hotel bar, I watched the fall of the twin towers.

Three days later I met my wife, Dee, at Heathrow. We made out way north to a long planned holiday in the north west Highlands of Scotland.

By the end of that holiday our decisions were all made; we would close up our Middle East operations. I would come home to Winchester and in due course we would move up to Wester-Ross.

All my life I had played around with painting pictures and with writing verse and fiction. Now I would do this for our living, and in a place where you only had to lift your eyes to lift your mind.

In September 2002 we moved north; we had come home.

What you see here and at Pictures and Poems is some of the result thus far.

'Come on along o' me, for the best is yet to be.'