This thread certainly has legs. In the eighties i lived in Dronfield and was a regular at the Old Tup Folk Club in the Midland Hotel. This club was run by Frank Sutton and I still sing some of his songs. I did wonder if I might be the last man standing when it comes to singing Frank's gently humourous songs. Sadly the old brain has forgotten many of the lyrics so can I plead with Frank's daughter Benita to publish and be loved.
I am trying to find the words to one of my favourites, The Race On Bonsall Moor if you could help, and Charlie's Marrer has holes in it. If you need help I will travel.
Lovely to hear from you - Your grandad was a regular at the club too sitting quietly by your dad as he kept us in order and I still remember your dad's guitar with the fretwork soundhole.