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Don't Eat With Your Mouth Full

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Stump Study
On the way back home this afternoon I stopped at Otterbourne Wood to pay my respects to my father's ashes, which just now are all bluebells and moss.


This is surely one of the most beautiful places in the whole wide world. What a lovely spot for a final resting place.

When he died, I gave money to the Woodland Trust to preserve this acre in perpetuity, so I think of it as "his", though not in the sense of ownership.

We scattered him there on a later summer day in 2005, then walked to The Otter for a pub lunch. It was only later that I came in Spring and discovered the bluebells.

It's as if the bluebells were his gift back to you.