An email from Greek Helen this morning begins
When the hurly burly's done
When the battle's lost and won...
I couldn't have put it better myself. Not much sleep last night, huge relief this morning. The No margin was much larger than any poll predicted, confirming, I think, our hopes that the don't-know's would fall disproportionately in our direction.
We had a grand time voting yesterday – now that I can look back on it in tranquillity. Georgia took us. There was a crowd outside – I feared, as we approached, that it was a queue and we would have a long wait, but not so. It was just a party, television, balloons, and a Catalan. The Good Lord provided us with a parking space immediately outside. Inside, all was quiet, no queue at all. A pleasant Indian gentleman at a table explained to my husband that he must mark one box or the other on his ballot paper but not both.
That's me, in the lower picture. I must get my hair cut.
Alexander took this picture of Loch Fyne yesterday as the light faded. It is called “Sunset from Cairndow, U.K.” He will be feeling more cheerful this morning. Cairndow is still in the U.K.