No More moor

Today would have been the 81st birthday of my mother, who died just over 8 years ago. During our visit to Scotland we were able to be together with my father on the anniversary of her death.

Thereafter, and probably exactly 8 years later, my brother and my partner walked up the moor behind the castle estate, to the spot where the three of us eight years previously, joined by my father then, scattered her ashes.

The walk began in suitably gloomy and foreboding clouds, but as is usual with Scottish weather, these were accompanied by bright sunshine

and pretty vignettes, such as this miniature waterfall through the heather. Above the point where we scattered the ashes, is a lone pine

which has poignant memories, as the Lone Pine hotel was a favourite weekend retreat for my parents when they first met in Penang in 1955.