Twenty years ago today, I and many many Lib Dems took to the streets of Dunfermline at the crack of dawn to deliver our Good Mornings.
We were quietly hopeful that we would be able to “Send Willie to Westminster” which was a bit of a miracle given the pickle the party found itself in at the time. Our leader Charles Kennedy had just resigned after a bit of a psychodrama and many of us felt pretty bloody annoyed about that. During the by-election campaign itself, there were multiple tabloid stories about potential replacements.
But when we are under the kosh, we can do great things. The party worked together to deliver a fantastic campaign. Willie Rennie was well known from the very north of Scotland to the very foot of Cornwall so activists came north in huge numbers. We quickly established momentum with a petition to remove the tolls on the Forth Road Bridge.
People in the then brand new Eastern Expansion were fed up of the construction traffic which led to the famous “Mud on Roads” special Focus.
I was on casework, working with Ed Maxfield who once co-wrote a book on winning elections. I joked that he used to spend his days shifting work from his desk to mine, but most of my work came from an energetic candidate who seemed determined to pick up at least 3 pieces of casework from every door he knocked on. He’d bound in at 9pm every night and hand it all over.
Downstairs, Liz Barrett ran many things, including front of house. She’s now a councillor in Perth. Working alongside her was Gladys Herbert. Gladys had not been involved in politics before but had married the local party chair a few months before. She took to it all so well and was so generous with her time. Everybody just adored her by the end of the campaign.
James Simpson was a very popular local councillor for Dunfermline City Centre, a ward now held by Aude Boubaker-Calder. James famously took a good hour to walk from one end of Dunfermline High Street to the other because people kept chatting to him. His knowledge and passion for the people of his ward were invaluable to me as I worked through the casework mountain.
We knew things were going well, and we dared to dream that we might actually do it. We wer highly motivated to prove Professor (now Sir) John Curtice wrong for his confident predictions that it was between and Labour and the SNP without taking note of what was actually going on on the ground.
Mark Pack was in the office opposite me doing all the magic with the data, Pink Dog sat on his desk. I remember him being mystified by the idea of white pudding, an oatmeal sausage type thing that local chippies battered and served with chips. “Bizarre”, I think was the word he used.
Alex Cole-Hamilton was as enthusiastic as an adolescent puppy with the zoomies, I’m sure you’ll be surprised to know.
And Erlend. My, how we miss him.
It was such a fun campaign to work on and such a sweet moment when the news came through that we had won. The BBC had, it seemed, only prepared “Labour hold Dunfermline and West Fife” artwork.
It was all a bit mad. Sadly Willie lost the seat in 2010, but we had an 8% swing to us from the 2005 result, a testament to his hard work and the huge number of people he helped during those years. To achieve a result like that when Scotland clung to Labour like a security blanket to avoid a Tory Government was remarkable.
I have so many happy memories of that campaign. If you have any, please share them in the comments.
* Caron Lindsay is Editor of Liberal Democrat Voice and blogs at Caron's Musings. You can find her on Bluesky at caronmlindsay.bsky.social



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On 10th February 2006, I got up early as usual to do yoga before work. I had just started when I received an email from he who must not be named, basically saying wait for good news. By the time my session over I received a further message with the result. I was, of course, delighted. I had known Willie for some time, but Leeds to Dunfermline whilst holding down a full time job was a bridge too far. I must admit to thinking it was a big ask too far win, but as Caron says being under the kosh does make us work harder.
I feel so old reading this. I think it is the coldest polling day I can remember. When finishing my final bit of knocking up and waiting for Gavin Steel to pick me up I felt like I was watching ice form on a small pond before my eyes.