Dear Undecided

Can I ask you to imagine, if you will, a day a few weeks from now.

It’s approaching midnight on 18th September and Scotland has voted on whether or not to to dissolve the 1707 Acts of Union that unified the parliaments of Scotland and England (not the 1603 Union of the Crowns).

And the fact is, you still haven’t made your mind up, so you haven’t voted.

And now you’re waiting. Waiting for tomorrow when we count the votes and you find out what others have decided for you.

Can I ask you… what result will disappoint you?

For surely one of them will.

If we vote Yes will you be disappointed that you’re no longer going to be part of the political union that is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?

If we vote No will you be disappointed that we’ve chosen not to take control of our own affairs and strike out on our own as an independent nation in the world?

For surely, even if you’ve had it up to your back teeth with the figures and the promises and you’re heartily DONE with trusting any politician out there, you will be disappointed with one of these results.

And maybe that’s all you need to decide… what after party do you want to go to?

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Concentration

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Take this: my advice

If I don’t write something here soon I fear I’ll never write anything here again.

But the thing I want to write about nobody wants to read. I don’t want anyone to read it. I especially don’t want my family to read it in case I write it wrong.

But I want to write it so maybe I’ll go do it somewhere else.

Even if nobody ever reads it.

I lost my sister at the beginning of this month. And that sounds so selfish to even say…. “I lost…”. My nieces lost their Mum, my parents lost their youngest daughter. And lost is far too gentle a word anyway, such a stupid word, like if we only tried a bit harder we’d find her. But we’re all struggling to use the “d” word or the “k” word, so lost will have to do.

I have so many things I want to write somewhere, partly for myself, partly for when my nieces are grown and wonder if their memories are right. But for now all I can say is I lost my sister.

And it’s shit.

The advice bit: if you haven’t already done so, make a will.

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Isle of Skye – There & Back

I’ve been channelling Ellen Griswold these last few days.

I have a little (quite long) list of places I’d like to visit here in Scotland. I’ve only lived here for all but 2 of my 40-plus years and it’s not a huge country (well it would be if you flattened it out) so it’s shocking how little of it I have seen.

I’m rather attached to plumbing you see…. and roads. If I’m ever to reach some of the more far flung little pins I’ve stabbed into Google Earth I may have to get over that (and some hills).

Over three days this week I’ve crossed a few places off my list, but it’s been whistle stop. Much of what I have gazed on I only realised I was gazing at through the window of the car and not my camera when I got home and unloaded my cards.

Commando Memorial, Lochaber

Loch Ness

I’ll tell you something for nothing, they’re gie protective of this loch’s edge. There’s nowhere to capture a good photo south of Castle Urquhart and I was damned if we were paying £40 to get into that ruin.

Zombie Churchyard

Actually it’s Cille Choirill Church.  It’s on such a high and steep slope you can see the outline of the coffins…. just like beds…. folk waiting to get up….

Eilean Donan

Bonnie enough for two I think….

There should be a rule banning folk from wearing red when visiting and spoiling the photos.

Ach bonnie enough for three maybe?

I can’t believe I didn’t get a photo of the Skye Bridge. Too busy getting excited at the big Co-Op in Kyle of Lochalsh cos it stocked d’Arenberg wine….

Skye

Marsco on the right apparently.

Cuillans

Sunset over the Western Isles

Dunvegan Castle

Actual seat of the Clan McLeod as opposed to the fairytale version in Highlander.

Children & Cuillans

Armadale

You make your entertainment I guess, where the only radio station that can be picked up is BBC Gaelic and half the population appears to be English!

Back on the mainland between Mallaig and Arisaig….

When she sees water there were be paddling

When they see dunes there will be jumping

We saw this….

On the way to see this…

Bonus.

Tho somebody was getting fed up…

Loch Shiel

Glencoe

Ben Nevis was shrouded in cloud and I could barely keep my eyes open over Rannoch Moor, but apart from that… a few ticked off my list.

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