At the parliament, on the day of the referendum. A dramatic setting: the Crags, the press pavilions, the beautiful parliament building.
A crowd is gathering but it’s an odd, apprehensive, atmosphere. The quiet is occasionally punctured by cars passing playing music full volume: always the Proclaimers. It’s a privilege to be here, but I don’t like how inward looking this all is so I’m off home to find out what our future might be.