The whole Calder clan unites in Scotland to sprinkle our Mother’s ashes.
After a very long trip, Okinawa,Tokyo, Istanbul, Dublin, Glasgow, I find myself in a grubby Portacabin on a filthy potholed yard somewhere in Paisley. I am there to pick up a rental car. The guy is very aggressive throughout and there is a random drunken Irishman who keeps interrupting.
I say “How can I get to Bishopton?
He says,”Take the M8.”
I say, “How can I get to the M8 from here?”
He says, “You read the fucking signs.”
There are about 20 of us and we hole up in a palace overlooking the Kilbrannan Sound that has fantastic views across to Arran.
Obeying our Mother’s request, we scatter on top of Dun Skeig https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dun_Skeig and also bury in the family grave.
The rest of the time we walk a bit but principally eat and drink.
It is so good to see all the family.
Massive kudos to sister Rosy and brother in law Barry for impeccable organization.
Sorry, Scottish birds.
The weather was perfect throughout, the woods are carpeted with bluebells, there are rhododendrons and azaleas flowering everywhere.
The gorse or whins, if you prefer, is in full flower. So beautiful;
Such a feeling of ancientness.
I am definitely moving back to Scotland.
Thanks for sharing. Will you take your boat from Ginowan to Scotland?
Thanks for this; and PLEASE don’t move back to Scotland very soon … we must first get together! ~Rachel