Jolly good, Les - really looking forward to it!

When I say ourselves I am, of course, refering to the numberless & nameless rank & file folkies who keep this thing alive year in year out for little reward but the crack o't, which is enough - more than enough - in fact, it's all that matters. It comes true in places like The Beech, where in the songs & choruses the Imagined Village oft assumes a vivid corporeality that would put Brigadoon to shame I'm sure.