"I can almost imagine what it feels like to be Scotland’s only Tory MP"by Brenda Kutchinsky / September 23, 2014 / Leave a comment
The memory of that historic night, September 18th 2014, will stay with me. The sheer happiness. The relief beyond belief and tears. As the results roll in I am on my feet shouting joyously at the television. I feel as if a great weight has been lifted off me. I feel dizzy and giddy, although I suppose I have been up all night. The sun is shining. The mist and grim weather of the past week has gone, a great omen for this new Scotland.
Phone calls and messages come flooding in, one from a dear friend who voted Yes but is happy she won’t have to visit me in a foreign country (I was planning to decamp south of the border if Scotland had gone independent), friends in America and Singapore also call—happy Britain is staying united. The silent majority has made themselves heard, even in Alex Salmond’s Aberdeenshire backyard, despite Better Together having run a really woeful campaign.
As I drive to the nearest village, New Aberdour, where the previous day I had cast my vote in the stuffy church hall, the plethora of Yes posters which had covered this, and many other, villages had vanished. For a second you could almost believe that the Independence Referendum had never happened. But, what will this Scotland, familiar but different, with 45 per cent of the electorate against the Union be like?
I return to Pennan and walk through my village with a spring in my step, when I encounter the sole remaining fisherman (there were 300 a century ago), who I have counted as a close friend for many years. Before I can speak, he starts shouting angrily that he doesn’t want to talk to me, that it is a terrible day for Scotland and that it’s all my fault. I back off, apologising as I go.