Stewart Stevenson - 2011 Scottish Parliament Election

2011 Scottish Parliament Election

Under the re-drawn constituency boundaries, Stevenson was elected as the SNP member for the new seat of Banffshire and Buchan Coast, It contains approximately 85% of the electorate of Banff and Buchan and the remainder comes from the previous Moray seat's communities of Cullen, Findochty, Portknockie, Buckie, and from a part of the previous Gordon constituency comprising Rothiemay, Knock, Deskford, Grange. A substantial rural area with a small number of electors is also included.

His 16,812 votes represents the largest share of votes cast in a Scottish Parliament constituency with 67.24% but trails the actual votes of others such as Alex Salmond (19,533), John Swinney (18,219), Fiona Hyslop (17,027), Willie Coffey (16,964), Fergus Ewing (16,870) and Richard Lochhead (16,817).

In the 2011 Scottish Government he was appointed as Minister for Environment and Climate Change. In the re-shufffle of September 2012, Stevenson was replaced as Minister by Paul Wheelhouse MSP.

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