I’m not into monarchy. To me, the idea that one family’s worth is higher than another is an assault on the beautiful potentials of many.
By accident, we’ve been following a Robert The Bruce trail recently. In truth, you’d be hard pushed to go anywhere in Scotland where he hadn’t been. Reading a little about him makes him pinball in my mind’s map, horseback ricocheting from one coast to another.
The Bruce’s story seems to have been one of family expectation, ego and opportunity. And of Scotland; ever divided, ever beautiful.