Just been reading about a friend finding the spot up in the moors where her dad had said he wanted his to be scattered. I thought about this for a while, and couldn't think of anywhere. Nowhere round here. I've lived here for nearly 30 years, but it's not anywhere that's kind of 'sacred' to me, if you understand. Nowhere is. Some places that meant something aren't there any more anyway. That's if I end up being cremated, of course!