During half term we took mums ashes and scattered them on the beach at Bamburgh as she had requested.
It was always her favourite place to go and walk and paddle (whatever the weather).
Fond memories of paddling in the depths of winter wrapped in so many layers we couldn’t bend down.
I shall go along every now and them to say hello and have a chat.
She now has an eternal view of the castle and the Farne Islands.