A last resting place.

 

It was a glorious day- blue skies, hot sunshine and a blustering, cooling wind.  Accompanied by my # 1 son I wondered if we could find the exact spot MTL and I had chosen – years ago – for our ashes to be scattered.  It was the custom for his side of the family to be scattered in the sea at Port Mahomak on the NE coast of Scotland, but we both realised this would be putting a lot of pressure on both sides of the family;  I remember a mammoth trip one February, on freezing icy roads to dispose of my MIL’s  ashes some years ago.

 

We knew we wanted to be together in eternity, so chose a spot on beautiful North Hill where a fissure appears with a path to Porlock on the left. 

A and I drove to the far end of North Hill – to the car park, and then planned our route.  I wished I had thought to bring my walking pole and to wear boots instead of sturdy sandals – but I wasn’t thinking too clearly.  The hill was deserted except for a bare-torsoed elderly man with the ability to convert Centigrade to Fahrenheit. After a brief chat, when he related how the present cloud formation had come about, we chose a route- at times overlapping the coastal path.

 

Finally A spotted a grassy knoll with a large bush as a marker. The important thing, after all, is that my son would be able to recognise the same spot when I pop my clogs.  The view was heavenly and after a few minutes quiet contemplation I chose to do the deed myself and skirted the knoll with the open casket.  It was most dramatic the way the wind rolled and swirled the cloud of ashes along the edge of the knoll.  In spite of the forceful wind I was enveloped with MTL and my heart rejoiced.

I felt at peace – A wanted a hug – all was well.

 

On the way back we met an elderly couple with a dog.  The man noticed the smart, dark green carton A was carrying and asked if it were a bottle of whisky, whereupon my son said no we had been carrying his step- father’s ashes.

 

I’m happy that when the time comes A will have no difficulty in finding the exact spot and once more we will be reunited

Rest in peace my dearest dear. A bientot.

 

See photos below.