BLOW ME – SEE WHAT I LEARNT BY BEING NOSY!

It’s been a while since I introduced you to any of my “Point People” – my fellow dawn walkers around Pendennis headland (and Falmouth seafront).

So here goes with a little chat I had yesterday. I don’t know his name, but I had several times seen him pausing – usually standing – just to the west side of the point and gazing across the bay. 

 

Speaking ahead of thinking, as is my wont, I said: “Forgive me, but let me take an inspired guess.  I reckon this little stretch is at least a strong candidate for where you’d like your ashes to be scattered.”

 

Instead of telling me to mind my own business, he replied: “No. I’ve left clear instructions with my family – that’s where I want to be left.”

 

And he pointed to the bay.

 

Then, explaining that he had been “a Navy man,” he added: “And in my burial shroud I want the final stitch to pass through my nose, just to make sure I stay down.”

 

Hmmm . . . I’m still not sure whether or not he was joking with that last bit.

 

But a little research subsequently informed me that such a practice did exist, or at least in myth form – see https://www.britishtars.com/2020/03/the-last-stitch.html

 

Back to yesterday’s chat with Matey, and I duly informed him of my own wishes. My finger pointed right across the bay to the other side and my favourite little beach, Sunny Cove.

 

“My wife is fully aware that I want my ashes scattered there,” I said.  

 

But I forgot to add, as I usually do when mentioning this: “Janet just says ‘I’ll dump them in the bin!’”