|My sister in law Jayne ( centre) amid family and friends|
This morning a motley collection of my brother's family and friends met up on the hillside overlooking the small seaside town of Prestatyn. There was no fuss. There was no ceremony of sorts.
There was just a quiet and good natured appreciation of a view that my brother grew up with as a boy and a slightly surreal realization of why we're had all gathered there.
We raised schooners of whiskey in a toast (It was Andrew's favorite tipple ) then each one of us scattered small scoops of his ashes into the gentle breeze from the sea.
|The view over the coastal plain|
|Chris with his schooner|