Today we climbed to the top of Haresfield Beacon and scattered Lucie's ashes into the sunlight. It was a bright, cold winter's day with no wind and little cloud. We were alone; myself, Neville, Peter and Guisook and as we stood on the hilltop we could see right over the Severn vale, to May Hill and beyond. This was a place that Lucie loved, she often went there when she was able to walk. She will rest here peacefully.