Today is decision day.
Whatever happens north of the border, it is undoubtedly the case that as from tomorrow our lives in these islands we call a United Kingdom will most certainly change, forever.
The Scots are a canny, shrewd population. They are among some of the finest educated and honourable people in the world and have a sense of family and togetherness unmatched anywhere.
Whatever they decide will be respected, with the passing of time being the only judge as to the wisdom of their referendum choice.
No politicians, banks, lawyers, pundits, editors, nor even radio stations banning Scottish artists from their airwaves will affect their decision-making processes.
The Scots totally understand the full implications and consequences of their decision this week. It would be patronising in the extreme to think otherwise.
My only regret, should Scotland choose the route to full independence, would be the loss of my personal feeling of “belonging” as I cross the border heading for the Western Isles.
My mother was Scottish, and I’ve always had a inkling that Scotland was in some small way the origin of a major part of my DNA: what makes me me.
I’ve lived in the borough of Corby, affectionately known as Little Scotland, for my entire lifetime, surrounded by the many different regional accents that make up the Scotland that I know and love.
I would therefore regret in the strongest possible terms any change that would place Scotland outside of our United Kingdom.
My sense of belonging would perhaps be replaced by a feeling of rejection.
I also sincerely hope that the leaders of all the political parties have avoided chasing a place in the history books; a legacy at any cost.
This would do the greatest disservice to the people of Scotland and our United Kingdom.