The Referendum has created a new politically energised and engaged electorate in Scotland. Here you can read some essays, short stories and poems inspired by the topic.
Nine. Three days since the referendum I’m in a car hurtling towards a farmhouse in the darkness. The first Women for independence Highland meeting since the vote, and the kitchen is packed, standing room only, almost out of cups for tea, and everyone’s talking at once, louder and louder and louder. One woman says, maybe […]
Writing: Scottish Politics – The Referendum I am grateful that I was born into and have lived in, for most of my life, a democracy. I believe I have an obligation to exercise my right to vote. People fought, suffered and died for that right. The least I can do is turn up at a […]
My Tuppenceworth For What It’s Worth As an ex- pat I was fascinated by the Referendum and anxious to see what would happen. I was not allowed to vote and that is a different issue I suppose, but now that the deal has been done I wonder whether we should have been able to? I […]
Scenes from Highland life, part two The sun is low over the horizon, and my friend, now in his late 60s, leans on the bonnet of the car he’s fixing up. I don’t see why we shouldn’t run our own country, he says, I don’t see why not. His daughter, he says, is ‘mad for […]
Scenes from Highland life, part one I was talking to the man who runs the fish van, he’s a former soldier. He knows a lot of serving soldiers and they’re all voting YES, because they don’t want drawn into wars in Iraq and Afghanistan anymore, they’ve had enough of British adventurism. His friends in recruitment […]
Like every other Yes voter I know, I was heartbroken by our failure to win enough people to our side. Like every other Yes voter I know, I did not anticipate feeling this way. I’d gone to bed in the wee sma’ hours of the 19th with a very bad feeling, having seen the first […]
James Christie’s thoughts on the Scottish Referendum Scots and British? Still Shifnal’s Son! I sent myself and Mum down to a town called Shifnal in Shropshire’s east a week last Wednesday or so. The purpose, publicly, to talk of my book in the local library of the town where I grew up. Privately, it was […]