So Brexit has come to pass, not with a bang but a whimper — clearly one of regret for some, and unconcealed delight for others.
The SNP’s members of the European parliament asked their fellow parliamentarians to “leave a light on” to guide an independent Scotland’s return, which many duly did in a candlelit vigil.
Nigel Farage, meanwhile, could find no illuminating grace as — even in victory — he and his MEPs departed with curdling contempt while brandishing a phalanx of tiny little flags.
For poet Robert Crawford and artist Calum Colvin, we have entered a period of mourning and reflection. This weekend, at the Scottish Storytelling Centre on the High Street of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, they launched Brexit Tears, a witty