Saturday...

...was Carol's funeral.
She was piped in by the piper who was supposed to play when she renewed her Wedding vows in May.
Doug managed to read an address, Christ knows how he coped, the DJ'S husband said a piece, DJ said a bit, there was a track played by Eva Cassidy too at one point then DJ and her man pressed the button that lowered the coffin.
Then the piper played us out again.

We went to the Hotel for a tea, there was a folder with some photo's of her from when she was seventeen right up till a couple of months ago.

She looked bloody fantastic. I always said she was one of these people who could wear a bin bag and make it look designer.
Even with a debilitating, wasting cancer, she looked like an auburn haired Audrey Hepburn - nothing could make her look bad, always perfectly groomed and elegant.

Rosie, on behalf of the Unit, has got a rose named in her honour - Little Red Carol - and presented Doug with some seeds and the instructions for growing them. Quite a few of us were interested in getting the details of the seeds for ourselves - thinking stick one in up at the Carron Dam maybe.