I spent the night of Mark's birthday camping on the wee island where we scattered his ashes to the 4 winds. On the way to the island I was feeling a bit rough, and by the time I got there I was just about able to pitch the tent, before getting into my sleeping bag.....I spent the rest of the night either in bed or rushing to the beach to answer the call of nature.....in between i thought with a wry smile that if Mark was watching he would have thought it highly amusing. Cheers mate! Happy birthday, and I'll be back soon to build the cairn. with love from Andy.