When I lived in Sussex, Harry was one of the first people I met on the folk scene. I remember him for his openness, warmth and enthusiasm, and the endless gusto that he brought to his singing. We used to hold Christmas parties for family and folky friends, and Harry could always be counted on to sing, or organise an impromptu dance. People would be amazed to learn that he could produce so much volume with only one lung.

It was Harry who introduced us to Folk Camps, where we had many great family holidays. Those who witnessed Harry camping in his little tent were heard to mutter, "You'd never believe Harry was once a health inspector!"

"What's the Life of a Man?" is the song I'll remember him by. Thank you, Harry, for the songs, the music and fun you brought to our lives.

Marje