After we had scattered Dad's ashes, we went to Tywyn, where Trevor and Enid had prepared a wonderful tea in their caravan. Mum and Dad used to love it there, with the sound of the waves nearby, and the fresh air. Even if it was not possible to go out on the boat, a visit to the caravan was always welcome.
After we had eaten, we went to the beach, just a few short steps away. We were really lucky with the weather still, and had a lovely time, although it was certainly rather blowy.
Later, Trevor told us that there was a huge storm in the night, and he and Enid were convinced the caravan was going to get blown over.