My Dad wanted his cremated ashes scattered in the sea in Pembrokeshire.
Three weeks after he'd died off the family went in his boat, to carry out his final wish.
Unfortunately we got stuck on some rocks, and all the ashes were blown in our eyes, when we were eventually free from danger.
My Dad would have laughed, after telling us off for not learning anything from him about tides and stuff.
I'm going to be blowing down over Ossy from the moors, and causing more havoc than acid rain, when I pop my clogs.
