Friday 27th November
I thought that Marcella was going to join me in Cockermouth but plans had changed.
I would be working with Elaine Wilcox in Egremont at the church where policeman Bill Barker’s funeral was going to be held.
Groggy with only three hours sleep Kevin and I navigated the winding roads from Cockermouth to Egremont.
It looked like there was going to be a bit of a parking issue outside the dark forbidding church. The council were busy getting cars moved and putting up barriers.
Luckily we had been given permission to broadcast from inside the church.
Fred, the very helpful church warden’s husband arrived and allowed us in and extended the churches hospitality by keeping us supplied with coffee.
Our broadcasts were all pretty straight forward with only one tiny bit of stress wjhen a police sergeant came into the church saying that as far as he was aware no press were to be allowed inside the church.
Once we had assured him that we would be gone by just after 8 am he wenr away happy.
After we finished the last broadcast we got the gear out as quickly as we could to keep the church authorities and the police happy.