The mountains are almost as blue as sea and sky. A sun-lit cloud floats gently by before it slips away. The way some people do. Even when they touch the hearts of many.
the sound of clapping hands
trickles down the brae
© Xenia Tran
This post is dedicated to Susan Hey (1979-2020) who lost her battle with cancer last week. She had devoted the last few years of her life to creating a lasting memorial and gift to our town, in memory of her son Hamish. Hamish died of cancer three years ago, at the age of eight.
Because of the covid-19 restrictions Susan’s funeral had to take place behind closed doors. Details of her final journey were released so that those of us who wanted to say goodbye were given the opportunity to do so whilst maintaining a safe social distance.
Our thoughts and prayers are with Susan’s family and friends at this difficult time.
Wishing you all a blessed Tuesday and may you stay safe and well,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Camera: Canon Powershot SX60 HS, Settings: f/4.5 – 1/1000 s – ISO 100, f/5 – 1/640 s – ISO 100 and f/5.6 – 1/80 s – ISO 200.
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