I was born and brought up in the UK.

I have lived most of my life in the UK.

I live in Spain and have no desire to go back to live in the UK.

This morning as I sit on the terrace of the house we rent in Spain I realise I don’t want to go back.

It’s the middle of December, there is a chill in the air, the sky is watery, yet the sun still shines through and is warm.

I have a great view of the mountains and it is silent and peaceful.

Yet these are not the reasons. They help, they are part of it. They are not why.

Britain stands isolated from Europe, sticking it’s nose in the air and feeling it’s better than the mainland.

Britain sits as an island aloof from the unity of the rest of Europe.

The little Englanders want to protect what they have, they don’t want to be disturbed by the economic chaos of the Euro.

No wonder Scotland wants independence, no wonder Wales shivers on the sidelines. England reigns supreme, England rules the waves.

Britain is not part of the Euro, Britain is not part of Schengen, Britain is not part of supporting the rest of Europe.

Perhaps it;’s time Britain floated away to find someone it wants to be with.

I live in Europe and I feel European. I struggle with the language here in Spain, but I feel part of it, I feel accepted.

When will Britain feel part of it? When will Britain accept the rest of Europe as it’s kin?

Perhaps when hell freezes over?