The last time I went was over ten years ago - we went in a tractor to the estuary, and from there by boat to the sea to immerse my great-grandmother's ashes. A very young cousin, then barely seven, in a brook-no-nonsense voice, stated, "She is dead" (in English, mind you) when somebody sentimentally mentioned my great-grandmother's life in the hereafter, and my grandfather yelled at my uncle who ruminated, as practical as he was fatalistic, that if we drowned, it would have to be at that point in the journey because the sea was the deepest there.
View from the house
Misty morning
Tranquil backyard
Colourful boats
Scenery Boat backyard Dad's photos Misty morning Village
