Well- what a week we have had. Malcolm lived in rented accommodation that we need to clear, so I now have a hot-wired mobility scooter in my back garden. It has quite a turn of speed but is a bit unnerving on steep descents. Loads of unexpected items appeared whilst clearing the house; a sword-stick being the one that surprised me most. I’m told that there are two electric bikes buried under the mess that is in the shed and I have seen a rather tantalising handlebar grip.
We buried Malcolm today, in a field near Swindon that looks over to Uffington White Horse. He used to camp by Wayland’s Smithy as a kid and one of his daughters lives very close by. In keeping with Malcolm’s ethics everything was simplified, rationalised and pragmatised. ‘Put me in a cardboard box in the ground’ he said, so we did.
It seems that anyone can transport a body but in the end he was moved from Carmarthen to his daughter’s home near Swindon by private ambulance. From there to the burial ground he traveled in the back of his daughter’s Vauxhall Omega estate. With the air-con on full blast. It was hot in Wiltshire today.
We decorated the coffin and said a few words. Then we lowered him into the ground with a few mementos from his garden beside the Afon Taf in West Wales. Filling a grave is hard work so we all got stuck in with the shovels and spades that had been brought along just for this occasion. And then we had a barbeque.
All in all it was an excellent day and to be honest I’m now reconsidering my final wishes. My original plan was to be cremated and then have my ashes scattered over Cadair Idris. Today’s events have given me a lot of cause for reconsideration. It was a very ‘interactive’ experience, one that I must admit that I really enjoyed.