I’ve been knackered these last few days after a week of driving up and down the country. Thursday saw me take my brother-in-law to a funeral on the Essex/Suffolk borders. It was actually impossible to have got to the service, cremation and reception on public transport.
Even leaving on the dot of 07:00 from outside Meow’s (a point of reference on maps as important as the Blind Monkey in Sheffield) and with a 20 minute stop at Feering Services for a Greggs bacon and sausage baguette we only made it to Dovercourt (home of Hi-de-Hi) with ten minutes to spare. The roads are busier than they were pre-pandemic, and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
I didn’t know the deceased (a WWII RAF veteran) at all, but was highly moved by a service in which the entire family took part and which ended with the Aviators poem made famous by Ronald Reagan.
A full Catholic eucharist took the service over 80 minutes, meaning a dash over the Orwell to the crematorium. It’s a good job I know Constable country off by heart, and we turned up 20 minutes before the hearse at Six Hills, a gorgeous site on the edge of Ipswich.
I’d only been in the county town the month before, funny what takes you back, and thought about sneaking off from the reception for a half in the Proper Pub round the corner from the Bowls Club, as I was only there as a taxi driver.
I was glad I didn’t. The indoor bowls club was alive with gentlefolk life,
enough to support an Abbot and a Ruddles badged as Bowlers Best that would have made the GBG almost anywhere in Scotland (NBSS 3+).
“Typical RetiredMartin, scoring beers at a funeral !” you think. Well, why not ? The Polish catering company supplied buffet was astonishing, too (NFBSS 4.5), and I had a long chat with Father Joseph from Upminster. He had a good joke but struggled when I asked him why a visitor should go to Upminster (here’s one reason, Father).
And he was able to identify the red triangle on the glass on the left.
Sadly, the Bowls Club have 200 Bass glasses but no Bass. I know some other folk with a horde of Bass glasses, and I’m sure their families will fight over them when they die too.