Date: 19 November 2007 03:42
Subject: When the gin kicked in
To: wickrob, Joan, rosee, karen
I hope you can see from the pictures, it was a special day with some lovely moments.
There were lots of tears, stories, laughter, hugs ( & Morris dancing)
It took a while to get over how like Clare, her mum is. Most unnerving was to look at Clare’s photo & listen to Ann talk. Her voice is identical, even her turn of phrase & accent.
It was really good to meet her parents. They are lovely people
After some serious stiff ones Karen's roof, with Clare with us on the table (see the casket too, near the photo), we walked across the paddy fields to Treasure Island just as it was getting dark..
By this time Ian, Edwina, Gill & Tania Scott had joined us.
At Treasure Island we got some more gin and walked down the beach to the bit where the Ham Tin river goes into the sea.
It was dark by now & very quiet, just the lapping of the water. No one was else around.
Cyd said a few, lovely & very dignified words and they both asked if we would like to take a handful of clare’s ashes and say a few words. This was a really upsetting moment, especially to see Clare’s mum grief. We all cried through our words & scattered her ashes & white rose each into the river. I put one in for each of you and said a good bye on your behalfs
Dinner was lovely, Anne & Cyd loved the spot & Treausure Island didn’t cock it up too much.
Julie bought Clare’s last diary & we passed it round. The atmosphere was very warm & affectionate ( maybe the quantities of booze?) Anne Hellier was being a star & we all kept hugging Anne & Cyd. Lots more tears & laughter.
Then Cyd got his melodian out & played some more & joined him on the alchies tambourine ( empty SB bottle & a spoon)
Gill revealed a bag of chocolate & a huge bottle of Baileys from her handbag & we got ready for a long haul. In the event, we were pretty well-behaved & the lantau beserkers called it a night at 11.
I think we paid our respects in a way that Clare would have approved of.
It took a while to get over how like Clare, her mum is. Most unnerving was to look at Clare’s photo & listen to Ann talk. Her voice is identical, even her turn of phrase & accent.
It was really good to meet her parents. They are lovely people
After some serious stiff ones Karen's roof, with Clare with us on the table (see the casket too, near the photo), we walked across the paddy fields to Treasure Island just as it was getting dark..
By this time Ian, Edwina, Gill & Tania Scott had joined us.
At Treasure Island we got some more gin and walked down the beach to the bit where the Ham Tin river goes into the sea.
It was dark by now & very quiet, just the lapping of the water. No one was else around.
Cyd said a few, lovely & very dignified words and they both asked if we would like to take a handful of clare’s ashes and say a few words. This was a really upsetting moment, especially to see Clare’s mum grief. We all cried through our words & scattered her ashes & white rose each into the river. I put one in for each of you and said a good bye on your behalfs
The we walked back up the beach and put candles in the sand outside Ooh La La , whereupon Cyd came out with his melodian and played a sea shanty on the sand. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Treasure island turned off the music & everyone clapped & for the umpteenth time, we toasted Clare
Dinner was lovely, Anne & Cyd loved the spot & Treausure Island didn’t cock it up too much.
Julie bought Clare’s last diary & we passed it round. The atmosphere was very warm & affectionate ( maybe the quantities of booze?) Anne Hellier was being a star & we all kept hugging Anne & Cyd. Lots more tears & laughter.
Then Cyd got his melodian out & played some more & joined him on the alchies tambourine ( empty SB bottle & a spoon)
Gill revealed a bag of chocolate & a huge bottle of Baileys from her handbag & we got ready for a long haul. In the event, we were pretty well-behaved & the lantau beserkers called it a night at 11.
I think we paid our respects in a way that Clare would have approved of.