Whatever happens north of the border: ‘up the road’: it is undoubtedly the case that as from this Friday our lives in these islands we call a United Kingdom will most certainly change, in many different ways, forever. The Scots are a ‘canny’ shrewd population. They are amongst some of the finest educated and honourable people in the world that have a sense of family and togetherness unmatched anywhere. Whatever they decide will be respected, with the passing of time being the only judge as to the wisdom of their referendum choice. No politicians, banks, lawyers, pundits, editors, nor even radio stations banning Scottish artists from their airwaves will affect their decision making processes. The Scots totally understand the full implications and consequences of their individual decision this week. It would be patronising in the extreme to think otherwise. It’s the rest of us that have to hold our breath as the Scottish polls close and wonder what Friday might bring. My only regret, should Scotland choose the route to full independence, would be the loss of my personal feeling of ‘belonging’ as I cross the border heading for the western isles.
Let me explain. My mother was Scottish, and I’ve always had a inkling that Scotland was in some small way the origin of a major part of my DNA: what makes me..me. I’ve lived in the borough of Corby, affectionately known as Little Scotland, for my entire lifetime, surrounded by the many different regional accents that make up the Scotland that I know and love. I would therefore regret in the strongest possible terms any change that would place Scotland outside of our United Kingdom. My sense of belonging would perhaps be replaced by a feeling of rejection. I also sincerely hope that the leaders of all the political parties have avoided chasing a place in the history books: a legacy at any cost. This would do the greatest disservice to the people of Scotland and our United Kingdom.