I have a close friend whose Father passed on 3 years ago Oct 30. It was always his wish to have his ashes spread out in the Atlantic from the shore of one of the many islands which dot the Harbor here. They hold a special place in both my friends and his fathers heart because they spent much time together exploring among the old fortifications which these islands are famous for. Now my friend is of the Campbell Clan passed down from his father of Course. The day dawned beautifully. Not a cloud in the sky, warm breeze from the west,Temp in the mid 60 s F. Strange as it was, snow had blanked the ground the day before. So we set out in our kayaks from the southern side of the mainland. All the necessary equipment, Precious Cargo included. The Paddle was invigorating. Good sized waves crashing against our bows. As we rounded the north side of the Island My friend chose a fitting spot which was familiar to both he and his father as a place they used to go to get away from the crowds and skip stones in the calm sea. We beached our boats, and got out of all our paddling gear. At this point we donned our kilts. After a brief and somber chat, He removed the contents of the little box and sewed his father ashes to the wind. We toasted to his memory with good Scottish ale. We spent the rest of the after noon rambling among the ruins of the old fort talking about our memories of childhood adventures in these ruins.” Kilted of course”. Later we toasted again to his fathers memory at An English Brew pub in the area. People would approach us and ask all the various questions, the reply was always the same. Today is a Special day we wear these kilts as a sign of respect to the memory of this father. He would have wanted it that way.