Remembering Dad

We were unexpectedly free this weekend so we decided to take a trip up to Morpeth and visit Dad in his final resting place - Mitford Castle, his childhood playground.

We had a good drive up and arrived just in time for lunch at The Plough

Before going to the castle we went to the church where my grandad (I never knew him) was vicar - my Dad was born and grew up in the vicarage of St Mary Magdalene church.  Unfortunately the church was locked but we wandered around the churchyard, visiting the graves of my Granny & Grandad (pictured) and of my Aunty Jennifer (Dad's older sister) and Uncle John.

Then we crossed the road over to the castle.  The sun was shining, as it seems to every time we visit......... so we spent time just sitting at the spot we'd scattered Dad, communing with him and nature.  It was a very peaceful and spiritual experience, and one we should seek more often!