Bog Myrtle & Peat

Under normal circumstances, I would never dream of sharing political comment on this blog. However, the enormity of this problem makes it hard to remain silent.

It’s become clear over many years that our old systems are failing to keep up with change. Traditional ways of thinking about people and places have become irrelevant, and we’re witnessing the death of identities which once defined us. It’s one thing to acknowledge this change from a position of power, and quite another to be on the receiving end of tattered, anachronistic identities perpetuated by a tyrannical majority.

I live in a place that has been abandoned by the political establishment. We have been neglected and ignored for a generation; mined for resources and then asset-stripped by a more powerful neighbour to feed the objectives of a distinctly different ideology. We’ve fiercely resisted the imposition of this dominating narrative at every major election and referendum for several decades, and yet still we’re forced to act in ways that we have noisily denounced. Undervalued and underfunded, the most recent round of elections in May show a clear mandate for change. Yet again, we have spoken with one voice.

It’s time for Galloway to break away from Scotland.