We revere the brilliant musicians and singers on the folk scene, and rightly so, but for me Les is up there with anyone I've ever encountered at festivals and clubs for bringing enjoyment to us all. A lovely, modest, clever man who has made me cry with laughter on many an occasion. My endearing memory of Les is the year at Whitby between the old Spa being torn down and the new Pavilion being built. He kind of finished things off for the week in the old concert hall attached to the Spa, and still managed to make it special with a packed audience holding toilet roll aloft singing Earwig-O, which made up for the lack of Wild Mountain Thyme and heather. Quite a feat. Thanks Les. Enjoy the rest.