Art of stone

Ever heard of Joss Nankoo? No, I hadn’t either. You have now. He’s a stonemason and lettercutter. Here at the GFG we revere lettercutters. And we love lovely human beings. Joss is both. You can see that.

At around twice the price of machine-carved shiny Chinese granite you can buy something bespoke from Joss. You can go to his workshop and choose your stone — a nice piece of Welsh slate, a piece of Portland. You can work with him on the design and have him make something really personal. Unfortunately, this client-craftsman relationship doesn’t yield an awful lot of margin for an undertaker.

Find his website here. Here’s some of his stuff.

It’s what they don’t tell you

Two questions sent by the GFG to Nottinghamshire CC registrars on 30 Jan 2014. The first relates to the marketing of Notts CC civil celebrants. The second relates to the proposed ‘Living Eulogy’ service as outlined here.

Question 1

In your bereavement guide you advertise (pp 25 28) the services of your in-house funeral celebrants. In the text there is no reference to the existence of independent, freelance funeral celebrants. Inasmuch as there exists a free, open and competitive market in funeral celebrant services, I would be grateful if you would explain to me why this should not be construed as anti-competitive behaviour on the part of the Council amounting to a restrictive practice, which I understand to be, according to the Oxford Dictionary: “an arrangement by a group of workers to limit output or restrict the entry of new workers in order to protect their own interests”

Question 2

The proposed ‘Living Eulogy‘ service will invite people to: “allow individuals to work with registrars to make their own choices about their funeral ceremony”. If this project goes ahead, does the Council intend to make it absolutely clear that funeral wishes are not legally binding on the person who undertakes responsibility for the disposal of their dead body; that that person may make such disposal arrangements as they desire and are under no legal obligation to hold a funeral? This being the case, should the project go ahead, I hope the Council will urge clients to negotiate their funeral wishes with their close family, the people with whom they need to reach an understanding. I hope also that the Council will urge clients to take into consideration that any funeral ceremony is for the benefit for the living as well as the dead; that un-negotiated, prescriptive funeral wishes can have the effect of disempowering the living and inhibiting them from creating a funeral which is meaningful and emotionally and/or spiritually valuable for them. I would be grateful to have your reflections on this.

Reply from Robert Fisher, Superintendent Registrar:

Question 1 – regarding our ‘Bereavement’ publication:

The publication makes clear from the outset that it concerns the services offered by Nottinghamshire County Council.  The Council is able to provide these under the provisions of the Local Government Act 2000 and the Localism Act 2011.   Nevertheless, in the interests of providing comprehensive information, we do include a section on ‘Funeral Options’ including  religious and humanist ceremonies, plus ‘Useful Contacts’ section.   Also, we are happy to accommodate advertisements by others who offer related services, and for example, there is a two-page advertisement of A. W. Lymn Funeral Service.   This is the first time we have produced this particular document, and we will be keeping it under review with a view to possible further expansion and improvement of the information in future editions.  Consequently, I am asking our Service Development Manager to be mindful of your message when reviewing the document.

Question 2:

Thank you for your observations and helpful suggestions regarding our proposed ‘Living Eulogy’ Service.  We have only just now received approval for this service , and so we have yet to take our first booking.   However, feedback from users of our other services indicates there is significant public interest in asking registrars to help individuals to record the sentiments they wish to pass on to family and friends after death.  I understand fully your point that any funeral ceremony is for the benefit for the living as well as the dead, and I will ensure that our lead manager has embraced this point in the detailed operating procedures for delivery of the service.  Equally, from my own personal experience, I know there are occasions when the existence of a record of the deceased wishes would  have been very helpful in settling disagreements amongst relatives regarding the format and content of a funeral service.  Consequently, it is my sincere wish that the County Council’s ‘Living Eulogy’ service will make a useful contribution to the range of options available to the public when planning for and experiencing bereavement.

When the tide of opinion turns

“Afore ye go.” Remember the slogan? You will if you’re old enough. It spoke to us oldies (Scots: auldies) from billboards everywhere, advertising Bell’s whisky. It echoed the invitation offered as a matter of course in those days to every dinner guest or pub boozer when they announced they were going home: “One for the road?”

Yes, in those days we fortified ourselves with a generous nip before driving back in our Rovers and Austins, whether we’d washed down good food with lashings of fine wine, or 4 packets of pork scratchings with 10 pints. Everybody drove pissed then. A lot of us reckoned we drove better. Then they brought in a law against it.

Get caught over the limit now and you’ll get no soft soap from friends about stupid laws and how dare they interfere with individual liberty. No, you’ll hit a brick wall of universal disgust. Drunken driving may be illegal: it’s also become socially unacceptable. In addition to the ban and the fine, you receive a stigma. You never live that down.

Oldies have seen lots of once-tolerated practices become intolerable in this way. In the recent past, it’s fox hunting; that’s why it’ll never be re-legalised. Smokers are increasingly regarded with puzzled revulsion. You can’t shout at people at work any more; dammit, you can’t even grope them. I can think of all sorts of things that have been socially exiled in my lifetime (I’m 62). If you’re young, my prediction is that you’ll live to see the end of the acceptability of eating of animals.

If you’re in funerals there’ll be an end to practices now taken for granted. An example is undertakers walking in front of hearses. Family members will do that. There will be changes in the way undertakers interact with clients. Shroud-of-service, martyr-to-my-vocation undertakers will give way to less up-themselves, more collaborative undertakers. No stigma will attach to the old ways of doing things, though; they’ll just be regarded as quaint. Embalming will pretty much die out as clients opt out.

The mouth suture, though, well that’s something else. It’s not offered as a choice. It’s done without the knowledge or understanding of the client. Sure, it’s performed by very nice undertakers with the best of intentions. But when people discover what was done to their mum they are going to be appalled and furious. To them it’s going to seem brutal, high-handed, repugnant. How dare you damn well do that without even asking? Get your coat and glasses off and come outside.

It’s almost certainly the undertaker’s role as ‘custodian of the body’, together with the disempowering effect of grief, that leads them unilaterally to do certain we-know-best things in what they reckon to be the emotional interests of the bereaved, and in doing so to drift from their expectations. Sorry, ‘They don’t need to know’ is no defence. The client is always right.

If you’re one of those undertakers who sews up the mouths of the dead, watch out. Stop now. Use one of these. There’s a backlash brewing.

Memorials move out of the graveyard and into the home – the rebirth of family heirlooms?

Posted by Kate Semple

We are all, of course, unique and completely different from one and other. So as a sculptor working in stone who is passionate about creating original, bespoke art, I recently asked myself why after death the favoured physical reminder of a loved one had to be an inscribed stone slab – destined to be permanently and uniformly displayed within a cemetery or graveyard. Why don’t those of us who aren’t devoutly religious have, instead, a unique, personal and beautiful commemoration – something that can be reflected upon and enjoyed in a meaningful place, like at home or in the garden? Something portable, that can be taken with us wherever we move in life?

Just over 18 months ago these questions gave birth to a minor, personal revelation. I decided to join forces with a group of fellow artists and craftspeople to design and make bespoke memorials for the home – ranging from hand-blown glass candle holders made to include cremation ashes, to large garden sculptures designed to reflect the life, spirit and memories of the person being commemorated. Some have secret compartments for keepsakes, while others have lines of poetry engraved. All are portable and capable of being future family heirlooms: cherished possessions which can be passed down in a family through succeeding generations. We called ourselves Elysium Memorials and as well as being part of a revolution in changing attitudes towards death and funeral customs, we’re part of a revolution in the consumer’s shift from wanting mass-produced goods, to the handmade. The two recent and significant cultural phenomenons have become intrinsically and, in my opinion, healthily entwined.

You see the veil that surrounds death is slowly lifting and strangely this is helping the handmade cause. Something like 3.5 million baby-boomers are set to reach pension age in the next five years. Many of them are from the Woodstock generation – they’ve spent their life rebelling and questioning outdated social taboos. The recent funerals of several friends and family members really brought home to me the new, intelligent and individualised send-offs this generation is creating and using. People seem to be celebrating a life instead of accepting sombre, off-the-peg arrangements from their local undertaker. The internet has broadened horizons and an absence of religion is also interesting. You’ve probably seen recent reports, for instance, claiming half of the country’s funerals are now “a celebration of life”, rather than church affairs. I guess this explains why many of the funerals I’ve attended in recent years have been Humanist services – and often eco-friendly natural burials. Of course as well as being cheaper than traditional burials, natural graves in woodlands and meadows are left unmarked so the land can return to nature. For me, their popularity sheds light on the sudden demand I’ve experienced for memorial art for the home. Few who choose a natural burial want a headstone at their family home, whereas a sensitively designed garden sculpture or a hand-blown glass bowl inscribed with a poem seems a tasteful and meaningful alternative.

Interestingly, many more families today live in different parts of the country, or all over the world. This makes it difficult to visit the grave of a loved one. I recently created a piece of memorial art for a lady named Lisa, from Somerset. She’s pregnant with her first child. She lost her dad 20 years ago when she lived with her family in Berkshire. Her dad was cremated and his ashes scattered at the local crematorium, and at a favourite holiday spot in Cornwall. Because Lisa and her mother now live in Somerset, visiting Berkshire or Cornwall is difficult, so they thought commissioning a memorial for her home would be a fitting and practical way to remember her dad and for her newborn child to learn more about him. For Lisa, a memorial for her home felt spiritually right and an affirmative way to remember her dad. Her eight-inch-tall sea blue blown glass bowl invokes memories of her childhood holidays in Cornwall, while the sculpted Welsh slate base it sits on reflects her father’s Welsh ancestry. As a piece of art, she hopes it will be appreciated by people who don’t even know it’s a memorial and perhaps one day her new born son will pass it on to his children.

Today’s tendency to fill our homes with cheap, factory-made furnishings shipped in from far-flung destinations across the world will almost certainly not provide the BBC’s Antiques Roadshow with future treasures. So for a generation whose lives and homes are cluttered with flat-packed belongings; handmade artefacts like memorial art can definitely provide the heirloom of the future.

I think a lot of us despair of our throwaway society and wish things were still made with the quality we remember in the past. Most people used to have something passed down to them through the family – a piece of jewellery, or a silver box perhaps. But what are we going to pass on from our own era? The luxury items we spend our money on today tend to be electronic, with a shelf life of less than five years. Through a rise in popularity of memorial art, I hope we’re beginning to see a major shift away from the corporate and glossy, to the handcrafted and made to last. I think we’re fed up with the faceless, nameless, mass produced and want to feel in touch with the objects around us. We want to relate to the human hand that has made them.

Right from the start, way before Elysium Memorials was conceived, I’ve been inspired by William Morris. He was a man who founded the Arts and Crafts Movement between 1860-1910. The movement was a reaction against the Industrial Age and introduction of mass produced goods at the time. Members inspired a rich period of renewed interest for traditional craft skills, making objects which were well designed and with a sense of purpose.

“If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful,” said William Morris.

This is the maxim I’ve lived and worked by, and it’s transcended through to Elysium Memorials today, as I and my fellow craftsman face similar difficulties to those of 100 years ago. All of the bespoke memorials we create are made with the eye, hand and heart of craftspeople that are highly respected within their own fields – all the ingredients I hope Morris would agree make a fitting heirloom.

Globalisation, changing belief-systems, space, cost, environmental concerns and thirst for the hand-made; they’re all changing the way we perceive death and mourning. Everyone has different beliefs and personalities in life and so it’s only logical our funerals and memorials reflect them in death. Personally speaking, I’ve learnt how for some people, memorial art can capture the spirit of a loved one and help with bereavement in a more meaningful way than a headstone. It’s portable and can be fused with technology to bring people together. And in these throwaway times, it’s wonderful to have a precious object, made with skill and care, to hand down through future generations. Moreover, as a craftsperson, it’s so satisfying and meaningful to produce artwork which keeps the spirit of a person alive beyond the grave – or wherever they choose to be laid to rest.

Kate Semple, sculptor, and founder of elysiummemorials.com.

Making A List

By MC

After extensive research I have the definitive answer to list-making for funerals.

Maybe not, but I have cast my mind back over the several hundreds of funerals at which I have officiated and celebranted.

I have concluded that the making of detailed lists is rare. Usually a person’s funeral wishes consist of one or two pieces of music and maybe a request along the lines that no-one should wear black. Men are most likely to ask for a particular song because they (rightly) predict that this is the only way they will have any chance of getting the song they want. For example, an elderly gent wanted Queen’s Another One Bites The Dust. There was no way his widow would have thought of this had he not specified it. Another man requested that Burning Love be played as the crematorium curtains closed. Even knowing that this was his dying wish, there were a few raised eyebrows as Elvis sang, ‘Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising higher, higher, it’s burning through to my soul…’

But my favourite for those places where the coffin goes through a door or sinks beneath the floor is Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. This was requested by a man who knew his family would have found it difficult to have such an expressive piece of music. I’m occasionally told things like, ‘He always used to say I want Bat Out of Hell at my funeral,’ as though the poor bloke talked of nothing else.

Rarely do people write something to be read at their funerals but, when they do, their friends and family hang on every word. Only once have I known someone to write their own eulogy – it was so long that there was no time for anyone else to talk about him.

Women are more likely to leave a poem tucked away somewhere. How many such poems are discovered after the funeral has taken place? There you are, three weeks after your mum’s loving send-off congratulating yourself on a job well done, when you find a detailed list of requests. Your heart sinks as you read, ‘I’d like to be buried in a wicker coffin’ just after you’ve cremated her in oak veneer.

Would you ever marry them?

We are pleased to publish the email below, which raises a potentially interesting point of discussion. The name of the sender has, with our agreement, been redacted.

Dear Charles

I read with interest yesterday’s blog about the Funeral Director who has diversified into organising other ‘life events’. I can’t for the life of me decide whether or not what you say is fantasy and poppycock, or whether this man actually exists. On the grounds that truth is infinitely more depressing than fiction, I have decided to believe that he exists.

But that is not why I am writing to you. Much the more interesting matter you raised was one you merely touched on — or to be precise, glanced off. You say this man was ‘inspired’ by the example of an ‘all-rounder’ celebrant (what my close celebrant friends and I refer to more bluntly as a promiscuous celebrant). I am pointing the finger here at celebrants who ‘sleep around’ with other rites of passage. I bump into a great many of them, these days, at the crematorium. Their talk is all of wedding ‘fayres’ and fripperies.

Now, I am a funeral celebrant. I have been a funeral celebrant for seventeen years. In all that time I have been as minded to conduct a wedding ceremony as walk to the South Pole in carpet slippers.

I have a question I would like to address, with your indulgence, Charles, to any celebrants out there brave enough to put their heads above the parapet and speak out.

Celebrants, if it was funerals that drew you to celebrancy; if, for you, funeral celebrancy is a vocation, can officiating at ‘lesser rites’ be seen as a natural extension of that vocation? Would you, do you, ever do it?

Man for all seasons

“No fuss? You’re absolutely sure about that? You’ve taken into account the emotional needs and expectations of your family and friends? … Yes, we have our simple package. Yes, if you’re sure it’s right for you we can do that for one nine nine five all inclusive.”

I am sipping tea in the office of Neil Bareham, Life Events Director, in a pretty market town in Kent. Never heard of a Life Events Director? That’s because Neil is the first, and I have come to find out what he’s all about.

Neil puts down the phone and instinctively pushes a box of tissues over to me.

“Funeral?” I ask.

“No, wedding. They want a no-fuss affair so we’re laying on our direct nuptials service for them. Collect them from work, transfer by Galaxy to Gretna, night in a B ‘n’ B then home. It’s a niche service, but it’s growing. They don’t want the razzamataz and the mothers-in-law but they do want a bit of romance.”

Neil began life as a funeral director but was ambitious to grow his business. He didn’t have the patience for drawn-out wars of attrition with competitors, laying siege to them by opening branches next door amid the charity shops and Cash Convertors that have colonised our defunct high streets. “Undertakers, they’re like rats in a sack” he says. “Far too many of them, all red eyes and yellow teeth, all glaring at each other. Nasty. There ought to be a cull.”

Neil’s innovative growth strategy has been vertical integration — with a twist. He says, “Undertakers think vertical integration is Dip FD jargon for burial. No imagination, that’s their problem. It was one of my celebrants who gave me the idea, actually. She does funerals, weddings, baby namings, all sorts. I thought, ‘I’m basically an event planner, I’ll have some of that.’ So I do em all, now, all life events. Funerals and weddings, mostly, but we’ll do anything. Latest thing is home removals. Shift their stuff, get it all in for them, then em-cee the housewarming. Get all their friends over, drive the missus up in a limo and he carries her over the threshold — or one of our men can do that for him.  Yes, make a bit of a thing of it. People need a bit of ritual when their world’s made new, you know.”

He uses the same grey-uniformed staff, the same silver-grey vehicles for most of his events. “Sometimes you forget which one you’re doing,” he says. “But if you’re walking up an aisle and everyone’s in tears, you know it’s a wedding.”

Neil sees himself as the cool logistical head who restores order to people’s lives “when they’re a bit doolally — when they can’t think straight.” Death, birth, love, divorce, redundancy, retirement: these and other major life events bring on, he says, mild to severe derangement, calling for empathetic supervision by a skilled third party. “Come unto me all ye whose minds are all over the place,” he says, “outsource it all to nice uncle Neil. Sorted.”

Wedding planners, he feels, have been getting it wrong for far too long. Wedding traditions compel families to do more than they can cope with — it spoils their day. Everyone’s happier if they can just turn up and have it all done for them. So Neil now plays the part of the father of the bride and leads her up the aisle while his pallbearers carry the bridal train. Neil’s role is ceremonial. Once he’s delivered the bride to the vicar he makes a discreet exit and may well go straight on to a funeral, leaving a specialist team in charge to ensure the smooth running of the event, returning for the cutting of the cake. Neil has teams for all occasions.

Neil is in reflective mood today. “People just won’t talk about it before it happens, that’s the big problem nowadays,” he muses. “Then, when it does happen, it hits them like a thunderbolt.” “Death?” I ask. “No. Love,” he says, gazing into the middle distance. “Death too, of course. All of these big life events.”

“The expense” he says. “The debts people run up, the loan sharks…”  “Yes,” I agree, “funeral poverty is a growing problem…” “No, I’m talking weddings,” he says. “Yeah, funerals too, of course — but they’re a lot cheaper.”

“It could happen any time, you know. People just don’t seem to realise that. We as a society need to face up to it, put money aside for it. But they say, ‘I’ve got a bit longer yet, I’ll do it tomorrow’. “Funerals?” I say. Neil says, “Yeah, them as well. But we never know when we’re going to fall in love, do we? People say ‘I’m not going to get married til I’m 29’. Next thing they know, wham. When it happens they’re no longer in any fit mental state to make responsible financial decisions.” Neil proudly shows me his wedding pre-payment brochure with a variety of payment options. “Silver Charter, I call it, all monies safely invested. Actually, it’s not regulated by the FCA but they don’t need to know that. That last bit is off the record, by the way.”

I bring him back to funerals. How’s business? His principal competitor was a thriving sixth generation family business. It was wound up two months ago. “Flat on its arse. Even FSP didn’t want it.”

“I didn’t put them out of business, my customers did,” says Neil, “and I’ll tell you for why. The big change around here is that I am there for the people of this town in all the changing seasons of their lives. We marry them, move house for them, name their children and bury their dad. We don’t carry any stigma. We’re one of them.  We become family friends. When I was a funeral director I lived on the margins of this town — my next door neighbour could’ve been the public hangman. Now I’m right in there next to its beating heart.”

Not in front of the children

The information revolution has done huge damage to the funeral industry. Recent TV exposés of goings on behind the scenes in a Co-operative Funeralcare and a Funeral Services Partnership mortuary went viral when they aired and endure in the public memory. That the NAFD did not, in the aftermath, suspend or expel FSP called into question its claim to discipline its members when they breach its Code of Practice, a matter it is currently addressing with an urgency that might be lacking if people were not watching. 

The information revolution has also done the funerals business an enormous amount of good. Sky’s documentary in the Great Little Britons series profiled some of the great people who work in the business and showed them to be the kindest and most dedicated human beings anyone could hope to meet anywhere, ever.

Latterly, the Coronation Street plotline around Hayley’s suicide and subsequent funeral has got people talking and thinking in all sorts of positive ways.

And when people start talking and thinking about stuff these days, they tweet, they facebook, they text and email; above all, they google. In the wake of Hayley’s funeral the GFG has been awash with people looking for, and exchanging, information — especially about coffins they can buy online, of course. And celebrants. The BHA website will also have enjoyed a great deal of traffic.

Funeral people are understandably protective of the image and the good name of their industry. They worry about being brought into disrepute — as you might expect when any scoundrel can call themselves an undertaker and open a shop. 

At last year’s Good Funeral Awards, an event which prides itself on celebrating diversity and bringing funeral people of all sorts together in a spirit of fellowship, some ‘respectable’ FDs, people for whom the GFG has a high regard, were disturbed by the presence of what buy cialis uk next day delivery they felt to be one or two gothy exotics letting the side down, giving a poor impression. They had misgivings about how the event might have been portrayed by the media with the help of mischievous edits and selective quotes. We hadn’t expected that, Brian and I. It it caused us some amazement and heartsearching.

We reflected that we’ve had a media presence, including TV cameras, at both awards events. We court the media, dammit, we work hard to publicise the best in the business; that’s the whole point. We reflected that media portrayal of funeral people at the event has never been other than 100% positive. The event reflects the diversity of British society. There are all sorts of undertakers out there catering for all sorts of people. Where’s the shock horror in that? 

The story of last year’s Awards, if you want to remind yourself, was in the Spectator magazine. Sheer class.

Funeral people worry about things getting out. Reputation management used to be all about blind eyes and cover-ups, of fudges and dissembling, of closing ranks and putting up a front. Not any more it ain’t. In this new, floodlit age, everything can be known and everyone is accountable.

So you want to protect people’s feelings? So you think there are things it’s kinder not to tell them? Well sorry, it doesn’t work like that any more. They’re not children. In any case, that was always a patronising way to treat people.

If you want to suture the mouths of your dead, fine, just be sure to have an answer when you’re asked about it. If you want to embalm, be ready for the trocar question.

There’s no hiding place any more. The genie ain’t going back in the bottle. Don’t blame the sunlight. Everyone has the right to make informed choices. Deal with it.

Empower the bereaved and they’re a joy to work with

Once in a while we get to hear what a difference the GFG has made to people – especially since we upped the amount of info we offer on our website. We’ve recently added heaps of helpful, informative documents that people can download. It’s proving very popular.

When a family organising a funeral decide exactly what they want before they get to the undertaker – when they march in with a complete list of arrangements and simply ask the undertaker to get on with it – isn’t that very disempowering for the funeral director? Doesn’t it downgrade them, detract from their status, devalue them?

No. And here’s the reason. It alters their role – in all sorts of positive ways.

In this altered role the client-funeral director relationship is essentially collaborative. The empowered client sees the funeral director as a partner and enabler. The arrangements are enriched by the advice and guidance of the funeral director, whose consultancy value remains, of course, high – funeral directors know what works and what doesn’t. The empowered client doesn’t know it all: the funeral director is still the expert. As I said, it’s a partnership.

The resulting safedrugstock order cialis online html funeral is in every way far more fitting and meaningful and creative and rich. When it’s over, the family punch the air. A happy client is a proud client – proud that they found out what they could do, proud that they found the right partner to help them do it, proud that they did all they could, and proud that they got it right. Such a client is also a grateful client.

For the funeral director and the celebrant, a funeral created in this way is a joy from start to finish.

And it’s really nice not to have to start, for once, with: “Do you know if Mum wanted to be buried or cremated?”

Needless to say, empowered clients find their funeral director from our list of accredited, recommended funeral directors.

Clients like these are going to multiply. There’s an enormous amount of information available, it’s readily googlable and nothing’s going to put the clock back. The information revolution is not to be feared and resented.

There’s a discussion to be had about what information it is irresponsible to broadcast. We’ll deal with that tomorrow.

Snowy Conditions on the way home from Stockport

Another adventure from the Vintage Lorry Hearse

Last February, during the wintery conditions that gripped the U.K., Vintage Lorry Funerals was booked for a funeral in Stockport. The advice from the Police was that you should not venture out on the roads where problems with snow and ice existed throughout Britain. However, David Hall, who owns the 1950 Leyland Beaver, is not easily deterred. Detailed planning is undertaken for every funeral and in the Winter David has established local contacts along a route who can give an insight into the local conditions, which is invaluable. Travelling the A-Roads is particularly hazardous and information on which roads will be gritted is essential.

The Leyland Beaver is equipped with a shovel, road salt, extra weight on the drive axle and rolls of stair carpet. Often in snowy conditions the main roads are cleared but local streets are often treacherous and stair carpet is rolled out to provide a safe roadway over deep snow or sheet ice. In addition, trundling along at 30 miles per hour, David is much less likely to skid off the road as high speeds are often the cause of mishaps.

On the day of the funeral in Stockport, heavy snow storms were forecast in North Wiltshire and it was likely that David would have difficulty getting home and reversing the lorry up his drive in the dark would have presented a big problem. So he phoned his friend Sean Hayward who runs a haulage business in Walsall. Sean agreed to let the Leyland Beaver stand in his workshop overnight and booked accommodation for David. The picture demonstrates the amount of snow that fell that day and provides the stark comparison between a 63 years old vehicle and those modern day juggernauts. The 1950 Leyland Beaver may have less mirrors, however, they are both contained within the overall width of the lorry, which enables it to cope with tight access facilities that can occur in funerals.

Black ice persisted in the morning and the backend of the Leyland Beaver was twitching whilst the lorry was heading south on the A34. Having a huge 9.8 litre engine means that David never uses his brakes to slow down the lorry, he just eases back on the throttle. In addition a large proportion of the lorry’s 5.5 ton weight is on the steering axle and the tyres can bite into the ice allowing the lorry to hold a steady course or to be steered on slippery conditions without sliding.

Coming south on the A441 through Redditch there was whiteout conditions with signpost obliterated with the Leyland Beaver trundling on virgin snow. Drivers who are normally desperate to overtake the vintage lorry were happy to travel in its tyre marks that morning.

Just south of Evesham the weather changed and snow changed to slush and the rest of the journey home to Bradford-on-Avon was uneventful.

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