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The street messages in Edinburgh that greeted me as a 19 year-old Londoner in 1961 were

ENGLISH GO HOME

and

NO POPERY

--painted in foot-high white letters along the dark granite walls, impossible to ignore. It made me feel very English, and pretty unwelcome.

And London seemed very far away at 400 miles down South, where most of my Scottish fellow students had never been, and had no wish to go.

I understood that Scotland was another country: that England and Scotland were separate and different, with different landscapes, histories and cultures: and the main feeling of Scots towards the English was resentment.

And the main event on the 13 and 1/2 hour bus trip from London to Edinburgh (as I couldn't afford the train, only 5 hours) was crossing the border: woken at 5am to get out in the freezing cold and dark for breakfast.

I was impressed by the radical nature of Scottish politics: no private ownership of land! was the policy of Scottish Liberals--unthinkable in the South of England (and likely the North too).

And the Scottish Nationalist party seemed an entirely natural party, springing from the wish for independence.

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Unfortunately for the separatists they depend on subsidies from London and the rich bits of England, I suspect Farage and Tice would take great pleasure in telling them to F off.

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