I discovered yesterday that there are a number of little extras one needs for funerals in the snow.
- Lots of layers on, thick socks and black leather gloves
- A thick cloak. (Lovely retired priest bequeathed me his. Older lady in the village cut a foot off the bottom that was moth eaten and hemmed it up for me.)
- Wellies. There was 6 inches of snow in the graveyard. (I kept them on under my cassock for the whole service, pitying the ladies who arrived in black shoes with heels)
- A kind neighbour with a 4 wheel drive truck who picked me up and took me there as our village was cut off apart from tractors.
- Funeral directors with nerves of steel. The deceased weighed 24 stone. It took eight men to carry the coffin up a slippery slope of compacted snow into church and then likewise into the graveyard 2 miles down the road.
- Tea. The cup the church warden thrust into my hand as I had finished, thawed me out nicely.
I am thanking God that we didn’t have to cancel and it was all very dignified with no Dibley or Monty Python moments.
Ps. The picture of the cloak is from jandmsewing.com. That’s not me folks. I was much more bulgy yesterday with all those layers!