For the past week, we swapped our green hills and misty rainfall for blue skies and a sun-baked landscape.
Not simply a trip for pleasure; although we did savour the heat, the landscape, the sea, the local food…
On a rocky outcrop just above the shoreline, with panoramic views across the bay, we honoured my Dad’s last wishes, and there scattered his last remains on the land, weightless in the sea breeze.
Farewell, once again. I wish you were beside us still as we gazed out across the blue waters to the distant hills on the far side of the bay.
Later, there was I think a sense of something lifting, though the grief was sharp as we flew home, leaving you alone there for the last time. I will be back though, to that island so wreathed with memories of you laughing, joking, striding alongside us. To say hello.