I wrote a song at Whitby last year, the first I had written for a very long time, about my husband who used to be a trawlerman and whose ship the Kingston Peridot had sunk with the loss of hands in 1968. He escaped because he decided to miss that trip. I sang it at folk club one night and a woman I knew vaguely asked me if she could use it for a play she was directing ,and subsequetly it appeared in the Hull Truck Theatre's production of Northern Trawl, -I was reasonably proud of that, but even more so when I saw my husband's reaction to the play- a man not given to emotion he was moved beyond tears.