On Wednesday night, the haar descended over Edinburgh, moving east from the sea until it covered the whole city in a filmy fog, blurring the street lights and rendering anything more than a metre ahead nearly invisible. I left my glasses in the pub after my boyfriend's birthday drinks, and had to run across The Meadows to retrieve them at one in the morning. It was Referendum Eve, the chilliest day yet this September.
The benches where, earlier in the day, YES campaigners had given me a bumper sticker— "But I don't have a car!" "Take one anyway!"—were now filled with men shouting about communism, trying to drown one another [...]