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Robyn, Elinor and I went down at the weekend to scatter Pikey’s ashes and it went really very well – I was really dreading it.

On Saturday evening we all met up at a Premier Inn in Barnstaple. Robyn had brought Tony and Annie with her and on Sunday they went off for the day to the beaches north of Barnstaple and had a wonderful time.

On the Sunday morning we three went into Hartland to catch up with Cyril and Rita Walter - old family friends – he was our builder who did all the work at Wooda – he was also the undertaker which seemed appropriate!!

We drove down the rough track from Wooda, our old house, to the top of the cliffs beside Spekes Mill waterfall and overlooking the beach where we had all spent so much time with Pikey in happier days. It was gloriously sunny and we placed her ashes in the fast flowing stream just above the top of the waterfall. So she is now back on the beach and among the rocks she loved so much. It was a really nice thing to have done and worth all the effort driving all the way there and back. It seemed so fitting.

The start of Pikey's last journey.
The top of the waterfall. Spekes Mill Waterfall

Pikey's favourite beach at Spekes Mill

It is the last of the funerary rituals we have to go through and I am relieved that is all over and done with.

When we called back at Cyril’s in the afternoon we were fed with even more food and there was quite a party atmosphere as their son, Nicholas, and Cyril’s sister and brother in law dropped in. They all knew the people Pikey and I had known 25 years ago when she had spent so much of her time at Wooda. Oddly, but not surprisingly, at least half the people we talked about had died and had been buried by Cyril or his son Nicholas!!

Elinor and I drove back to Bentham on Monday and I have had a quiet refective week.

Loads of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ from Robert.
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