Go on you Scots, go vote, just do it!

Imagine it - the ability to create a nation with a cross on a ballot paper. That's all I can ever do. But for those of you who live in Scotland the power is in your hands. It's a seductive prospect; so seductive that in your shoes I probably couldn't resist, just for the hell of it. No need to dream any more or think: "what if?"

Of course in making your nation you’re throwing a spanner in to the workings of mine. Bang goes the United Kingdom of my birth, goodbye to the great in my Great Britain, because Scotland contributes so much in making it great.

Don’t think you’re the only ones fed up of the chattering classes in London who think that little of significance happens outside the M25. We feel that too in the English regions.

Don’t think you’re alone in taking pride in your Scottishness. We feel very much the same sense of identity in Yorkshire and so do the Cornish and those who live elsewhere in our British Isles.

I’ve done quite a bit of boning up on the origins of the union over the past few days - fascinating stuff, the idea of a few misguided but wealthy and well-connected Scottish investors that Scotland could have its own trading base in Panama. Hence Robbie Burns’ “Parcel of Rogues” who sold out their nationhood for union with England.

You might argue that today’s parcel of rogues are those in Westminster who’ve been making all kinds of promises in return for a vote to stay in the union. But I wouldn’t include Gordon Brown in that number. Where was that passion when the Labour Party needed it?

Congratulations to Mr Salmond and the SNP for delivering what some would describe as a “win win” whatever the result. And congratulations to the less vocal no campaigners whose quiet support may yet close the door on Mr Salmond’s ambitions. It’s been one hell of a roller coaster whatever the outcome.

So if you want to go, then go you must. Just do it. Somehow I don’t think you will go. But the opportunity is there and that’s fantastic.

Many of us here in England will be sad to see you go but we’ll get over it. We’re remarkably forgiving, as we were when you sided with the French against us more than once in the Auld Alliance that ran far longer than the existing union. You’ll get by just fine economically with that North Sea oil. And so will we without it, thanks to our secret weapon. Do dheagh shlàinte.

Woof to that, says Pippa.