Early this morning the dog took us for a walk at the arboretum. Even though it was chilly, spring has definitely sprung now, and the under forest was bright green with mosses, unfurling ferns and other undergrowth. The birds, too, were on song, trilling and warbling away. A scene of growth and hope, then, and there, in the middle of the forest, we came across this touching sight. Clearly, this was somebody’s favourite spot, their favourite walk, somewhere they had come many times and imbibed the same messages of growth and renewal, somewhere where they have now returned forever and where their spirit will now live on.