Today was a day of mixed emotions. Daughter 2 was home for the weekend and we went up to have lunch with Son and Daughter-in-Law and then drove to Crieff to scatter my mother's ashes. When my father died, it was my mum's idea to scatter his ashes under a tree there. We've had so many lovely family holidays at Crieff Hydro. So we climbed a little bit up the Knock, the hill behind the Hydro, and scattered her ashes at the foot of the same tree. (We think.) Then we climbed to the top of the hill.
It was a beautiful day, but cold. There was a foolish bit of me that didn't want to leave her there, especially in the cold - she felt the cold badly - but of course the ashes aren't really her. We looked at the view from the top, as we've done many many times before.
And I wondered, as I so often do, why I live in a city. Well, I know why I do - there are practical reasons. But my heart is in the hills.
There was no wind. It felt as if the weather was being kind to us. Yes, I know. Silly.
If there had been a wind it would have been exceedingly cold.
Then we descended again - carefully - there was ice on the ground - and sat in the Winter Garden (as we've so often done) to have a drink and a famous Hydro doughnut.
This was the view from our table.
More cheerfully - Daughter 2 has done the Advent presents again!
Day 1 (rotten picture, sorry) - a pop-up Advent calendar with, first, a reindeer.
And this was ours to her.
Best Advent wishes, bloggy friends.