The generally unrewarding search for the hedonistic life we saw as part of our heritage as art students in the early '60's usually peaked on a Sunday with the cup of coffee & toasted teacake in the Coffee House! [Sundays in Hull were like purgatory with the enjoyment scraped off!].

One particular Sunday we heard of a pub in the Old Town that had live music upstairs so in desparation we attended to find a packed smokey room with two blokes and two girls singing songs we'd never heard, unaccompanied, and with the strangest style of harmony/unison. The two girls especially at times sang with this one voice and you couldn't tell who was singing what! We had of course discovered the Waterson family.

Been a fan ever since and now looking foward to the reformation of the Waterdaughters when Eliza's daughter is old enough [2 or 3 years from now!]