Willow Coffins Norfolk UK
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In an erstwhile goat shed in Banham, in deepest south Norfolk,
Tony Carter is making coffins. And he is very busy.
These coffins are not your ordinary chipboard and veneer
jobs for which some in the funeral business would charge an
arm and a leg. Nor certainly are they lavishly trimmed oak
or other hardwood which has been decades in the growing only
to be buried out of sight or, worse still, burnt.
For Tony Carter is a basket maker and his coffins are made
of year-old willow withies from the Somerset Levels. This
is willow cropped every year - a renewable resource - and
it is even odourless when burnt, all of which makes a coffin
of willow weave the ultimate sustainable, environmentally
friendly, means to the End.

Not
entirely unheard of in the history of human death, willow
weave has nevertheless seen something of a resurrection lately,
due substantially to the vision of graphic designer, Gemma
Nesbitt, who saw coffin-shaped fruit and vegetable baskets
in the street markets of West Bengal. Back in England, she
sketched an adaptation and then scoured the basket making
fraternity in search of an able - and willing - craftsman
to execute it. Tony was her man.
They have called the coffin the chrysalis and the explanation
can be found in the literature of the Natural Death Centre,
a charity which advises on alternatives to the mainstream
- and sometimes indeed overpriced - services offered by the
undertaking industry. It quotes the OED definition of a chrysalis
as:
i) The state into which the larva of most insects passes
before becoming an imago or perfect insect. In this state,
the insect is inactive and takes no food and is wrapped in
a hard sheath or case. ii) The shell or case where the perfect
insect bursts.
The NDC adds that belief in reincarnation is not essential
for potential users. But, both for those expecting to pupate
and those not, the result is another in the growing list of
options for a green departure.

And the word is spreading which is why Tony Carter is so busy.
It all seems to be part and parcel of a gradual lifting of
what many have regarded as the last social taboo - the lighter
advance contemplation of arrangements for when one pops one's
clogs, kicks the bucket, pegs out or, as my Australian friends
would say, carcs it.
The trend has been accompanied by a growing proliferation
of "alternative" burial grounds where graves are
marked with newly planted trees on a site which will eventually
become a nature reserve.
For those inclined to consider such detail at all, the prospect
of lying under - or being scattered among - growing trees,
without having helped to destroy one in the process, carries
a greater sense of liberation than being wedged into a congested
cemetery amid serried ranks of expensive headstones.
Getting there in willow weave fits the concept. Willow rots
or burns more quickly than most alternative coffin materials
with the probable exceptions of cardboard (cheaper though
with a question mark against its production's energy requirement)
and papier mache which is still pretty much a niche market.
"And I will be able to breathe in my chrysalis"
one buyer told me, having bought hers well in advance.

And buying in advance is another growing trend. The chrysalis
takes two or three days to make and another day for delivery,
a time frame that can cater for the majority of conventional,
non-pre-planned, funeral requirements in this country.
But more buyers are now acquiring theirs years before their
expected demise and in the meantime are using them as house
decorations or even furniture. Stuffed with blankets or duvets,
they make good seats or sofas and, stuffed or unstuffed, they
make a decent conversation piece, not to mention a prop for
the occasional dinner party piece. Indeed, a launching party
to wet the coffin's lid with some decent bubbly seems to be
another occasional trait among early buyers.
The design of the chrysalis has necessarily involved some
adaptation of standard basket making techniques.
The base, which carries most of the weight, has a frame of
hazel sticks around which the willow is woven. Hazel is preferable
to willow for the main bearers because it is easier to bend.
Willow old enough to give the required strength would need
to be soaked for days to be sufficiently pliable and, because
a majority of coffins are still required for just-in-time
delivery, that time is not always available.
Then, when the sides are built onto the base, the upright
willow withies are attached by the technique known as scalloming
which involves the tying of the withies around the outer hazel
stick of the base. This gives far more strength than the usual
basket maker's method of piercing the outside frame member
with a bodkin and inserting the upright into the hole.
That extra strength is crucial. After all, the average chrysalis
has to cater for a slightly higher payload than a run-of-the-mill
picnic basket. The breaking up of a picnic basket on the beach
is one thing but the breaking up of a chrysalis in action
does not really bear thinking about. Scalloming and the inherent
strength of willow weave ensures that this cannot happen.
Tony gets his hazel locally in Norfolk but he gets his willow
withies from his native county of Somerset because that is
where the best quality is to be found, growing in plantations
and cropped each winter to provide 80% of UK production.

Having been made into a chrysalis, however, it can then finish up
in any part of the country because orders have shown no geographical
pattern. Indeed, the only common threads among buyers seem
to be environmental awareness and, in the case of advance
purchasers, a touch of jocularity at the inevitable and a
penchant for modelling the purchase for the amusement - or
otherwise - of others.
Contacts:
Tony Carter / The Basket Workshop
121 Hargham Road
Attleborough
Norfolk
NR17 2HQ
Tel - 01953 457893
Fax - 01953 457705
The Natural Death Centre - 0181 208 2853
This article has appeared in a number of magazines, most
recently The Craftsman, www.craftsman-magazine.co.uk