A day of loving goodbyes to Lorna, a music lover. We gathered at the chapel, and the service was smaller, and the chairs spaced widely apart. Due to covid restrictions, the attendance was limited to 20 people. In attendance were some of her favourite musicians. The music at the service was Hexagonal’s ‘Joy’ and ‘For Tomorrow’. It was simple and perfect. After the service, the hearse drew off, at what seemed at break-neck speed and most of us trying to follow in its wake, but somehow in the vastness of the cemetary we got lost, two cars and a bicycle, past miles of stone angels and graves overgrown with ivy, ending up at the wrong place twice, reminding me of a darkly comical Benny Hill sketch, but finally found our way to the furthest reach of the cemetary in a perfect spot under a tree and the wonderful Roger Carey played ‘Desafinado’ accoustically under the trees. The sheer joy of the work of Jao Gilberto is almost unmatched in its ability to hook into the celebration of life, with the sweetest touch of melancholy and poignancy. He was a total genius.
Jenny and I went to the pier and toasted Lorna under the bright sunlight overlooking the sea. We then went to Pett Level beach where Tara and friend Anthony were parked up, barbecue blazing, fine food cooking and David Bowie’s ‘Black Star’ blasting out from the speakers. Anthony being a life-long Bowie fan was the perfect host and we sat on the beach til the sun went down, at which point we were freezing, England rarely given to long balmy nights. Covered in Anthony’s sleeping bags we sat and saw Saturn and Jupiter above the sea. The comet was due. It appeared later. I told Anthony that Ashes to Ashes was filmed on Pett Level beach and we waxed lyrical about the poetry of it all.