Letter from Denmark: Exile

“The police were here today,” my London landlady said. “They wanted to see you and Liam.” “The police?” “It’s okay. When we told them you were Scottish they said they didn’t need to speak to you.” It was early in the most violent year of ‘The Troubles’ – 1972. I’d just turned 16 and wasContinue reading “Letter from Denmark: Exile”

England’s Vassal State Part 1

From England’s Vassal State by Sandy McIntosh, author of “100 Home Rule Questions Answered”. First Published, April 1964. Foreword Speaking to a Glasgow audience in November, 1963, Mr Noble, Secretary of State for Scotland, said, “I sometimes feel that we at home are too near to see the picture of our country in true perspective.Continue reading “England’s Vassal State Part 1”

Letter from Denmark: Constitutioune

The Fifth of June is a bank holiday in Denmark. It’s also one of those many ‘flag days’ when the buses have two small ‘Dannebrog’ on them. If you have a flagpole in your garden, and a remarkable number of Danes do, you’re expected to fly the national flag. It’s all in aid of Grundlovsdag – constitution day.  For most countries aContinue reading “Letter from Denmark: Constitutioune”

Letter from Denmark: Torchlight Procession

There’s a sea of flame gathering in the twilight. It started with only one torch, but each newly lit passes the flame to two or three others. Soon we are legion. Our gathering point is the old station in our small town. A procession is to be led by the band of the ‘Hjemmeværnet’ —Continue reading “Letter from Denmark: Torchlight Procession”

Letter from Denmark: Cannonballs, Kingdoms and Unions

‘Raadmand Davids Hus’ is one of the oldest and best conserved houses in Helsingør. It was built by David Mellvin, a second-generation Scottish exile in 1694. He was a high-standing member of the city administration. Today his house is a cosy lunch cafe — and I’m here with my own second generation Scottish exile. It’sContinue reading “Letter from Denmark: Cannonballs, Kingdoms and Unions”

Letter from Denmark: The Dubliner

“Hey, it’s Gus here, you called?” The voice is unmistakably Scottish. “Aye, we’re showing the game by the bar,” he tells me. I hadn’t actually left a message, but Gus returned my call within five minutes. After weeks of SNP leadership drama and various work deadlines, I needed tae get oot the hoose, as it were. LivingContinue reading “Letter from Denmark: The Dubliner”