Not a good day

I replied yesterday to another blogger's post and the following is a slightly revised version.

There are endless pros and cons about Brexit but here I just want to express my personal thoughts in a particular context on this sad day.

We were alone in 1939. I recently watched an offering: The Darkest Hour on Netflix; not one of their best efforts. But it brought home how very much alone we were at the time of Dunkirk left with no really effective army, and meagre and inferior armaments and as near as dammit defenceless and not a willing friend in the world. We were frighteningly vulnerable and if an attack had been pressed home it could so easily have been a different story.

"LEST WE FORGET."

Let us remember peace in Europe has now lasted 75 years.

From my own experiences in France I feel that I will not be able to visit again with that sense of travelling freely and inclusion, and without the likelihood of attitudes of disdain prevailing.

I similarly have a strong affinity to Scotland having climbed 282 of their mountains where I have always been received with hospitality and friendliness, and whilst I admire their current independence of character and culture the thought of them becoming detached from the UK if they gain Independence and/or re-join the EU and me having to cross the border and show a passport, and again sense that I may also be regarded there with disdain is abhorrent.

I feel shame.