The Scotland Diaries: Part Two - Ashes to Ashes

Just a quick one, to bring the year to its close:

There was a death in the family recently - no excuse for not writing but it's the only one you're gonna get so make the most of it - and it has Been Decided that next year we will return the Dear Departed's remains to Scotland.

So should you be passing Loch Awe some darkening evening (see above) and you notice several furtive-lookin' blokes and a now-ash-blonde dame apparently shaking a huge pepper mill out over the silver waters ... you'll know it's just the family releasing Mum back into the wild where she belongs.

Knowing her sense of humour she'll get into all our eyes and up our noses and refuse point blank to be ejected over the loch because she never could stand deep water.  She'll blow away on the wind, up the mountains and into the free far north where her ashes will dissipate over the Beloved Country with those of my father and grandfather and all who have gone before.

Requiescat in pace