My favourite memory, although I did not completely enjoy it at the time, was at a Concert at the Easter festival at Poynton in 1975 when I was 8 months pregnant with my son. The music was lively and my unborn son was dancing to it! Johnny collins sat on one side of me and the last shanty man, Stan Hugill, sat on the other and both had their hands on my tummy holding the dancing down !!!