The Rainbow Funeral We left town under clear sky, heading north. The highway straddled a broad tidal river with its islands and oyster farms, pleasure- boats and rock faces like cloud forms, all worth stopping for on another day, before we climbed inland to be flanked by tight-packed tree plantings that were stacked dense as hedges. On this day, to be the driver felt like a privilege, as scenery glimpsed sideways through the screen was cancelled by speed. Two hours on the road, then the car parked on a verge opposite to a country church. A crowd of strangers stood…