It seemed fitting, one hundred years to the day since the Battle of the Somme began, to share this photo of poppies. I do not like violence, I do not think it solves anything much at all. I think talking, and words, will always trump the gun (and, yes, that Read more…
Over the last few months I have started several (dozens) pieces detailing my own personal opinions on the upcoming independence referendum here in Scotland.
Dozens. Honestly. (37 – I just counted. This makes 38). (EDIT: Now 39).
Each has failed to please me. Each was good, precise, entirely true and fair yet each seemed too small, too insignificant, too focussed on one aspect of the debate or too many. And each was also far too long.
As I edit my tales and scribblings here in the far north of Scotland (over eight hours on the train from Edinburgh) I realise this inability to write a punchy, snappy essay may not be a bad thing. I would like to believe it shows that I, like millions of others, have listened, read, researched, questioned, digested and processed all we can in relation to the upcoming referendum.
I am, like those other millions, approaching this whole issue with the gravitas it deserves.