Tonight a conversation came up and its the right one to explain this to anyone who wonders why I don’t go back to the UK. What has happened over the last decade is like holding out your hand with a pile of sand and watch it run through your fingers. You love the UK but can see it washing away into oblivion regardless of how much you want to grasp it. You want to grasp the country in your hand like a small child, protecting it and supporting it but at the same time those grains run through your fingers. It is why so many expat are here.. they love their lands but the lands no longer love them and theyre opinions. I will live and die a Scot like any true man of their country and I will no doubt see many others from their homelands feel the same.