Bill was well known for playing Compo in the British longest
television comedy series Last Of The
Summer Wine. Here I am at his grave overlooking his beloved Holmfith where the series was filmed.
One Sunday I
decided to go for a walk in the Wessenden Valley. I
drove passed it and have a few hours in Holmfirth. I’d packed up a flask and
sandwiches and thought I’d consume them by his grave. I entered the ground
behind a couple in their fifties. I got out of their way and gave them some
privacy (if that’s’ possible with people-watcher like me.) The rear of the
grave yard is on a slant so I got high up and had something to eat while time
passed. The couple went directly to a specific stone and remained there. They
left and before I had finished an apple another couple appeared and visited the
same grave.
When I had the
cemetery to myself I walked down to the grave and the famous green boots told
me it was the actor’s grave before the writing did. Another couple arrived and
I found they were from Torquay and had come to visit filming locations of
television dramas.
“Are you not touching the boots,” the woman
said to her husband, “They’re supposed to be the ones he really wore.”
I’m not how
true this is but I thought I’d better do the same before someone steals them.
Though not a fan
of Last Of The Summer Wine (the humour
was too weedy for me) I knew the character “Compo”. One of my favourite books
is Brideshead Revisited and I know Bill Owen as Lunt
in the glossy television adaptation. He starred in his first film aged 30 but
it wasn’t until he first appeared in Last
Of The Summer Wine aged 59 that he got anywhere. I didn’t know that he was a successful song writer in the
1960s but I can remember him appearing a few times in the Carry On films.
He was an
active Labour supporter and founding member of the “Keep Sunday Special”
campaign group. He was awarded the MBE in 1976. In 2000 while filming Last Of The Summer Wine French special
he became ill. Returning to England he was diagnosed with pancreatic and bowel
cancer. He worked almost to the end and died in a private hospital in
Westminster in London where he’d gone to have tumour removed. As you can see
from the photo the position of the grave affords a nearly-unobstructed view of
his beloved Holmfirth.
Taken in September 2020...