Valentine’s pilgrimage to Alma’s hill…

Yesterday we walked to Java’s hill to bury Alma’s ashes. The place touches every sense. The bleak, black horizon intimidates yet feels safe. Now it is Alma’s hill. To imagine a soul we never met, rooted up there on the tops, amongst the heather and watched over by grouse, brings a calming sense of peace.

So, in celebration of the time we spent together, on the 14th we raised a toast to Alma and to the true wonders that grow from love. Cheers!