Calm the Folk Doon

Overnight some campaigners had climbed up the Ochil Hills and spelled out a giant YES on the front escarpment of Little Torry (no, not Tory, ‘O’ sound as in 'Tall', but that was quite the serendipitous near miss) and some folks' reaction on social media was as if it had been burned into the grass by a diabolic stream of fiery piss from Beelzebub himself. People were hammering away at their keyboards a full octave higher than normal, from both sides, ranting about what an utter disgrace the whole affair was, or countering with how it was a quite legitimate piece of encouragement for the undecideds, arguing about dragging our landscape into a political debate, with both accusing each other of criminal wrong doing (to the point the perpetrators were likened to Islamic State Terrorists and the police were going to be called in to the early morning raiders that took the installation apart). The Indy Ref and his big whistle intervened and the whole thing was pulled from the look of things now.

Pretty sure there’s a whole load of issues we should be concerning ourselves with over the next ten days, just not sure this was one of those and might not've been the best use of people’s debating prowess.

Perspective. Lost.

After I’d hacked down part of a tree this afternoon, in the spirit of prepping the place for the season to come, this installation revealed itself over in a neighbour's front garden. Seems to have been flag-flapping away there quite happily for a couple of weeks now without any guerrilla warfare intervention.

Parity. Restored.

Whatever the outcome, and it's refreshing and energising to see and hear so many people fired up over all our futures, if we’re going to move past it all as a fully evolved and civilised species, we all need to calm the folk doon.