Signs of the referendum were everywhere: on the bus, in the pub, on the statue of the 7th Duke of Queensberry. Buskers on the Royal Mile were singing about it. Newspapers were writing about it. And politicians were just messing about. Camera crews nearly outnumbered tourists.
It was as good an example of democracy in action as I have ever witnessed and I attend all-candidate meetings, take voting very seriously, once canvassed for a political campaign and even worked at a polling station. This was an electrified electorate serious about educating itself on the issue at hand. They were engaged and passionate. But as enthusiastic as they might be for their side, and as vociferously as they might argue to stay or go, they were not deaf to their opposition. For the most part, they could see both sides: they just thought their plan was the better plan, not the only sane plan.
I wrote in my notebook on the second day: “Scotland >> England”.