Finality!

Its been a long day. It began at 9.15 with the service for our old uni friend. He was a gregarious larger than life character taken away too soon aged 54. His wicker coffin arrived in a motorbike hearse as he was a former biker among other things. The service was in Fife then the coffin was loaded back on to the bike for its final journey to a natural burial place away up in Grantown on Spey. En route the courtage stopped at the House of Bruar for a pit stop and the bike hearse was duly parked up in their carpark. All of us that knew him thought he would love the irony of that. We then all carried on to Grantown and all the way up it poured solid all the while his daughter ridin pillion alongside her father's coffin. We arrived at this place and we all changed into wellies to traipse through the glade you see above. The minister paid another lovely tribute to him, we all had a silent prayer and shed our tears as his 80 year old father played the Flowers of the Forrest on the pipes. It was also the only time in the day that the clouds parted to reveal sunshine and blue sky. We then had lunch in Grantown and then drove all the way back to Fife where at 8 we met in the pub and all the local musicians that knew him gatherd and had a massive jamming session. We met up with another of our gang of 4 which is now down to 3 and blethered and drammed until the wee wee hours.
Will miss the big man but we have promised that we will meet annually every 24th April and go somewhere special in Scotland in his memory.

These wee mounds of twigs are where folks are buried and if you wish to find the exact spot to be reunited with your loved one, you need to take a GPS reading to find the spot.