Following a friend’s death (no funeral at her request) we were invited to meet at the cliff overlooking the beach she loved so much in Cornwall – close to where she’d lived. A photo of her had been fixed to the fence, beside two huge buckets of flowers (Marguerites, like her name). Her son spoke of his mother and her husband invited us to take a flower and process with them to the cliff edge where husband and children scattered the ashes and we all sent the flowers after them.