[Cliff above at St George's, Bristol - Men United concert 2018]
On 24th July this year, at the Rattlebone Inn, we sang to our first live audience for a very long time. Cliff was there with us and we all went home full of revived memories of what joy and camaraderie we experience when performing together. Later that night, Cliff died. He was far too young.
Cliff had been singing with us for five years and had become a warm and integral fixture in our company. Since the awful news broke, AKs have been sharing their thoughts about a good, kindly man, who had a fine voice and was roundly liked.
Steeped in the traditions of England, Cliff was no stranger to performing in his Morris side and as Father Christmas in his Mumming troupe. Throughout lockdown, he had sustained a joyful series of pictures on Facebook which featured himself and Gaynor sitting on their garden bench in all weathers, except the very worst. This series attracted considerable lively but affectionate comment.
[Cliff and Gaynor on the lockdown bench in January.]
Our thoughts and condolences go out to Cliff’s family, and especially to Gaynor. He is already much missed.
Glasses will be raised. Memories will persist.
[Cliff in the new shirt.]