We’re putting out the flags
‘To avoid silent springs without the “pee-wit”, we need a real extinction rebellion’
RED, white and blue bunting flaps contentedly in a gentle onshore breeze along the fascia boards of the boathouse. It feels good to bring it out. Hardly anyone in Scotland flies the Union Flag anymore for fear of a brick through the window, so it seems, weirdly, like a small act of defiance. During the phoney troubles, the monarchy’s platinum light
