No, we didn't get lost, although the fog was thick enough for that possibility. We just marched for an hour or so in icy cold, while icicles hung over our heads from the branches - and all that for throwing our flowers onto the grave and turning around and running back before we died from the cold. I have never been freezing so badly before, never in my life.

The whole action was unnecessary and stupid, fuelled by Mum's weird sense of filial duty... something I'll never be able to understand. *breathes on blue fingernails*