THE first person I speak to in Stranraer turns out to have been born
in Blairgowrie. He is shy, polite, and evasive and responds to the one
question I ask him with a secretive shrug, being unused to attention.
Not so much inarticulate as unable to comprehend the very notion of
articulacy. He tells me that he goes back every year for the
fruit-picking. His rejection of my attention makes this a salutary
encounter.
They are talking football at the bar. The local team have been
training in Kilmarnock for quite a few years and have had few or no
local players. But the breeding ground for players -- the big
five-a-side tournaments and the summer league -- has gone. The landlord
points irritably and significantly at the telly and there is a general,
elderly sigh at the breakdown of another valued local institution.
Elsewhere I hear another viewpoint. The boys like their amateur
football and will not risk their amateur status by playing in the
professional game. Stranraer FC is the bottom rung of the ladder but the
middle rungs are missing and we are not here within the catchment of the
big stadiums. Professional aspirations are blunted by sheer distance. We
are no longer talking only about football.
In the evening in the centre of town young people drive around the
one-way system, radios blaring. A young girl, gainfully employed, is
amused. ''They are using up their daddy's petrol.'' An elderly man,
working in Stranraer after years spent working all over Britain, is
tolerant. ''They are just promenading.''
Elsewhere the anxieties about this behaviour seem imported from a
generalised feeling of pessimism about the world and common adult
intolerance. Mixed with this is real worry about youth unemployment.
''Doon here they'd vote for a monkey in a blue rosette,'' I am told by
a Stranraer man, though he is talking about the rural areas of Galloway
and the Stewartry. Political support in the town is weighted towards
Labour and SNP, a combination of passive Labour voting and the kind of
lumpen ''support Scotland'' feeling which is like populism without its
virtues.
The sophisticated and party activists find more solidarity and support
from formal associations throughout the south-west extending as far as
Dumfries, rather than directly from their own community.
There is a kind of line going up the Ayrshire coast which droops down
into the apolitical then rises again towards Irvine as we go nearer the
economic centres and bigger populations. In a town such as Girvan there
is a strong sense of community and mutual help which is far from being
formulated into a political idea.
There is a tendency to see opinions which crystallise into specific
political attitudes, still less party choices as expressions of urban
vulgarity or even as a threat to the community. There is half a notion
that Glasgow is solely populated by social workers, single parents, and
political activists.
So the habit of neighbourliness is maintained by inherited activities
-- whist drives, charity organisations, educational and recreational
projects, dances, concerts -- and to some extent dissipate energies
which might go into resistance and defence of the local community.
However, the world intrudes. Behind the pride that the shipyard in
Girvan is doing well is the uneasy realisation that the time has gone
when doing the everyday useful work of the world is a guarantee of
success. Still, I meet a Glasgow man who has used his redundancy money
to emigrate to Girvan where his 12-year-old son is more likely to have a
decent upbringing.
Next, golf country. Passing the Turnberry Hotel where we are unlikely
to feel the pulse of the nation. We go past the big residences in Ayr
and through Troon on towards the harbour area of Irvine.
Here we are within commuting distance of Glasgow and less sense of
isolation from the centre. Inevitably, in Troon I speak to some
businessmen. Humane, liberal, decent people -- yet with their agenda
thoroughly set for them -- and they speak in the vocabulary of the day
about an economy as uncontrollable as the weather.
All the way up the coast there is talk about the recession. Some
people express anxiety or hope and estimate the direction of the economy
according to how well they themselves are doing. Yet there is a
pervasive fear that so much of the world is owned -- manufacturing,
banks, services, insurance, retailing -- by vague conglomerations of
national, European, or global size.
An unease often expressed in an aesthetic distaste for the appearance
of the high street and the replacement of familiar regional names by
unidentifiable logos and initials. A sense that responsibility and
authority are not just out of reach but illusory and cloudy.
But standing in the main street in Irvine I begin to feel further away
from the ideological emptyness of populism and nationalism and from
local quietism. A place inhabited by some notion that the public world
can be understood and acted upon.
Here, where the real urban miseries begin, there is a glimpse of that
inheritance of the radical notion that there are ideas which are tools
for the intelligence and for action.
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