Today was an odd sort of day. My Grandad was cremated but he, following in the footsteps of my Nanna, didn't want a funeral or a fuss, so instead the whole family went on a walk along a bit of The Seven Sisters. We had an early picnic tea in Crowlink carpark and then followed a well worn path to the cliff edge, through fields of bouncing lambs and bright buttercups. My goodness it was blustery!! You know it is a windy place when all of the trees have grown in one direction, permanently bent into shape.
It was beautifully sunny, and quite peaceful if you weren't too distracted by the roaring of the wind in your ears. You had to sort of incline your head to hear what the person standing next to you was saying. We trekked up a very steep hill, but the view from the top was breathtaking, which made the effort all the more worthwhile.
(I'm not sure I would want to be living in that house pictured above. Beautiful views but a little too precarious for my taste!!)
All in all, it was a lovely walk, even if the circumstances surrounding the walk were steeped in sadness. A nice alternative to a traditional funeral- especially when it ended with a slice of homemade lemon cake.
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