My Dad and I used to sing loads of gilbert and sullivan together. The first folk song I ever sang I sang with him - the keeper. It was at a family wedding and everyone did a turn. When I visited him he used to put on the alexander brothers and we'd sing the northern lights of old aberdeen, and his favourite the road and the miles to dundee - it reminded him of my mum - who he missed so much.
We also sang lots of old white heather club stuff and the corries, The tears pour down my face as I write this , but they are such happy, happy memories. Singing is not the same without him. It was what we did together - we sang