The Clep

The formal ceremony over, tears shed, songs sung.

It was time to join together in the bar much loved by the family over the years to commemorate a life lived.

The Clep is an old-fashioned sort of bar, in the best possible sense. It no longer has sawdust on the floor and ladies can buy their own drinks, They no longer have to sit in the snug. We sat in the snug, and sang and toasted our lost Auntie, Mother, Grandma, Sister and friend. We rocked the joint.

Then we repaired to Cousin June's for a tumbler of Glenlivet and a game of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I understood little of it, but was happy to be invited in and embraced by the clan, if only for a short while.