Way out West (incorporating Way up North)

viking funeral

Our French mill-cottage contained a small population of rather downcast breton stereotypes:












The reason for their distress eventually became clear; one of their number, still happily clutching the fish which in a moment of macho male size-posturing was evidently the cause of his demise, had fallen to his death into a bowl of artificial fruit:












It was clear what had to be done, and his leering chums gathered on the bridge to witness his final send-off in a truly viking spirit:








The pyre was built, and the fireship was prepared with rare herbs and sacrificial unguents, and our heroes body was placed carefully on its final resting place:

















The fires were lit, and the ship launched on its final voyage towards the maelstrom:





















































The first part of the voyage was calm, and the living saluted the departing dead in their own unique, but strangely stereotypical ways:












Once it had passed beneath the second bridge, the pace quickened and our heroes flaming remains slipped gently into their final watery resting place:

posted by Lampy @ 4/04/2006 02:02:00 pm