Friends, I have noticed that Gail has been fretting about the big vote in Scotland today, and is worried what will happen next.
Well I too was mulling over this matter when in Torridon last weekend, and it dawned on me that the important things will not change.
I shall still sit in front of the cottage, watching the world (or at least the sheep) go by, with dear Hamish's memorial stone to my side, and the Autumn crocuses will still bloom.
I shall still enjoy a morning run along my favourite footpath.
And bumptious new neighbours will still need to be put in their place.
The lochside scene will still be picturesque.
And back at the cottage, food and water bowls will still be replenished and Gail will be planning another nice outing for the both of us.
Sometimes, it takes a dog to keep things in perspective.