Today the Pigalinas biked to the top of Signal Hill. Thank goodness we got to ride back down afterwards as a reward because uphill nearly finished me. (I haven’t been on my bike since well before Christmas – that’s my excuse).
Here is a picture of Mr Pigalina about halfway up; red faced, huffing and puffing Pigalina out of shot.
Today I experienced my first ash scattering as Mr Pigalina’s uncle was laid to rest, scattered at Signal Hill on the cycle trail he rode regularly.
Not a bad view as a last one.
(Side observation – urn design could be improved; seems odd that your family is required to find a coin in order to open it to be able to scatter your ashes.)
Pigalina's Palace 