Louise Brealey Instagram – We drove west along the north coast of Scotland into the dazzle of a sunset and made it to the beach just before the sun slipped down behind a band of cloud. There was a smushed marigold on the tide line. I walked the quarter mile to our bit of the beach, where a scree of giant pebbles meet the sand. On my phone is a picture of mum sat here with a towel on her head. I put the marigold on the rocks. The Mexicans call it the flower of the dead and use its bright colours to guide the spirits of their lost ones to their shrines on the Dio de los Muertos. I ran my fingers through the fine white sand and let the sea and the sky do their thing.