I've only just found this Jon thread. He was a lovely guy, great fun and a fine singer. A few days before he died he spent the day with Toni and myself in our cottage in Hurst Green in Surrey at the end of a southern tour. The weather was fabulous and we lay about in the sun eating strawberries and cream and talking about music and future plans. We had no idea when we waved him goodbye as he drove off up our lane that we'd never see him again, and that the folk scene and his family would lose such a sweet person. Of all the friends that have died over the years Jon is the one who most frequently pops into my mind, and I can never hear 'The Parting Glass' without thinking of him lying on our sunny lawn, laughing and eating strawberries. Such a shame, as, of course, are the deaths of so many other lovely members of the folk music community.