Scottish Lowlands

Recently, I went to another Celtic nation which was Scotland. Hopping off the plane from Dublin to Glasgow, I was not met by security but an open door once I got off the plane. I am immediately reminded that Scotland is apart of the UK with billboards hosting websites with ".co.uk" and the Union Jack in certain places. While travelling around the people themselves seemed more Scottish than the places I visited as I went to Glasgow and Edinburgh. Within Edinburgh is the Edinburgh castle, which hosted the Scottish army and they at one point retook it from the English during a battle. However, with a twist of fate, the British army still hosts a garrison in the castle but it is mostly highland units that occupy it. This is completely different from what I saw in Belfast where the people are split, it seems like the people are complacant and want to be apart of the Union while those who do not, don't say anything. It might be because of how long ago the Unionization happened, although I can still see a distinct Scottish identity mixed in with this English background I saw. Maybe they are afraid of what will happen and have to face uncertainty if they do, and that is why they remain so dormant. However, it reminds me of W.B Yeats' poem "The Second Coming" as you never know what will happene with change or revolution. For the time being, Scotland is a beautiful country full of history, a lot of it shared with England as they were Unionized into the United Kingdom some time ago.

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