The Gloup

A cold, showery, warm, sunny day, and I was out in all four.  At least there wasn't much wind, which was very fortunate for the purposes of ash-pouring.  
A walk in the morning, and another walk in the afternoon with a friend at Sarclet, where we'd gone to deposit some of DH's ashes.  A mixed day, with the fun of being with a friend mixed with a sense of finality, of no return.
We walked south to the gloup, then a bit further.  We sank our way down the slope on the soft grass until I found a spot for some of the ashes, then clambered back up to return to the harbour.  The rest of the container was decanted there, then bedded in with some seawater.
Afterwards, a quick coffee and cake at a cafe, where we clinked our coffee mugs to our departed DHs.