For those of you who have not read Alice Through the Looking Glass, or seen the Alice in Wonderland film starring Johnny Depp, the Frabjous Day will mean nothing to you. It is from the poem ‘Jabberwocky’ by Lewis Carroll and appears in the Looking Glass part of Alice’s adventures.
The Frabjous day is momentous because the Jabbberwocky is killed.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
It has all made me think of Scotland. Whichever way the vote goes, and I have nailed my colours to the mast, nothing will ever be the same again. If the Union survives, it will be different. It if does not, it will be different. Whichever way the vote goes, Scottish hearts will be broken.
I was cutting an onion earlier. The onion in question was not content to be a mere vegetable for supper, instead it wanted to send us a sign (well it is the Frabjous Day after all). I only noticed the message through my tears, just as I wielded the knife to cut through the very heart of it.
This is the top of the onion, intact.
Funny what you notice when you aren’t really looking for it.
My father’s family are Scottish, but long since expatriated. There is nothing, apart perhaps from a riffle through our surnames, that would give the game away. Oh, and the fact that both my great-grandfathers on my paternal side were called James, as is my actual father.
I’ve not been to Scotland since a child. We went to Fife and I can’t say I liked it too much. It was singularly dreich and cold, even in summer. The week was saved by one thing, the glorious sight of a golden eagle soaring above us, on an otherwise unremarkable and seemingly interminable tramp across moorland. That eagle was in the wild. It was probably the most spectacular thing I had ever seen, in the true meaning of the word, and most of all, it was free.
I can’t claim to know anything much about the Scottish Independence vote, not really. I have no idea about the intricacies of what it would all mean, were Scotland to become independent from the United Kingdom. What I do feel in my blood and my bones is that the vote will be Yes, and if I was a resident of the country that’s what I’d be voting for too. Even without knowing much about it, I would be voting for social justice and an overthrow of the hegemony run by Eton posh boys. I would be voting for national identity too, and even though it is something of a cliche thanks to Hollywood, I would be voting for freedom.
Who knows, one day I might even move across the border.