The photos below document my walking from my family home in High Corrie down to the voting station in Corrie early this morning. As the dawn shadows faded and the dew rose into an extremely still sky, the doors of our village hall opened for this historical day ahead: our referendum for independence has begun.
This same track I walked to primary school for 7 years, I ran down in barefeet to the sandstone quay, a dragged my heels to my first jobs as babysitter, dishwasher and waitress, I sneaked off to the pub and to the houses of anarchic friends now sadly departed, I ran away- laden with baggage- from home at 16 yrs, I went to every kind of jumble sale and dance and nativity and concert and party and exhibition…
Now I have trodden it first thing on a warm grey September morning (my 41st birthday no less!) to put my large proud tick in the YES box, my heart sings. There’s been a great surging of emotion in my chest and more than one tear in my eye, all morning.
I know I am making this mark which can and will change our path for an infinitely more noble one, and I know that I do this alongside a very significant mass of brilliant people who, like me, are going through the same magical roller coaster of self-and-collective discovery.
It feels quietly, optimistically, fantastically positive. I never felt this way as a grew up on the island, and I never felt it as a young adult travelling and working in the world, but I -like you- feel it now. And I want this feeling to go on, because I know it bodes most excellently for any nation, if they can harness the enthusiasm of a moment like this, and use it to carve out an honourable path into the future.
I’m off for a nap, getting ready for the party dinner with my family this evening, which will hopefully extend into a further celebration as the night deepens.
…and home again.