On Tuesday we paid a poignant visit to Ireland for the scattering of the ashes of Marie Hanlon, J's mother, who died a year ago in London. Her wish was to be scattered at the coast in Kerry, where she spent happy childhood years. We went first to Dublin for a lovely memorial service followed by Shrove Tuesday pancakes, and then six cars made their way to Kerry. Late in the afternoon, on a deserted, sunlit beach, J's uncle Teddy and brother Eamon waded into the sea to sprinkle the ashes as we threw red roses into the water. We then formed a circle on the sand as Margaret sang an Irish ballad. It was a fitting tribute to a wonderful woman: independent, indomitable, creative and very kind.
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