Here’s a chatty interview I took part in yesterday with Norrie Hunter of the excellent Caledon Radio – talking about Don Roberto and his life, along with land issues, my own journey to Yes, and where we are now on the path to independence.
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A better future
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Continuing a series of posts originally written through 2013/14 in the run-up to the first Independence Referendum. (First published as 96 Days, 13 June 2014) Sometimes an idea grips you in the guts and won’t let go. No amount of … Continue reading
Second time around
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Between March 2013 and September 2014 I wrote a number of blog posts in support of independence. It was an eighteen-month examination of my own very personal thoughts and feelings on the subject, culminating in the first referendum. Eight years … Continue reading
Declaration
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All last week, working in my garden under clear blue skies, I watched the geese streaming north, high overhead, making for their summer grounds in Greenland. I wondered if they had registered any new strangeness in the place they were … Continue reading
They shall not pass
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With General Franco’s remains freshly exhumed from the mausoleum in the Valley of the Fallen, Spain’s public disavowal of his legacy must be ringing hollow in Catalan ears. The very thought of political prisoners in a European country in the … Continue reading
A mere appendage
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“Wherever I look, north, south, east or west, there is something that appeals to me as a Scotsman, there is something to stir one’s heart, something to make one feel that we are representatives of a distinct nationality—a nationality severed … Continue reading
A gleam of rubies
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On 23 June 1928, a large crowd gathered in King’s Park, Stirling to support the inauguration of the National Party of Scotland, one of the predecessors of the Scottish National Party. The date, by no coincidence, marked the anniversary of … Continue reading
Getting to know him
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As the YES campaign gathered momentum, I became aware of a presence, a figure who had been biding his time in the shadows, patiently waiting for me to notice him … I grew up in a resolutely Tory household at … Continue reading