This is sort of strange.

On my and my kids' recent trip, we were in Ilkley, in response to a dinner invitation from Chris Newman and Maire ni Chathasaigh. Pretty big thrill for a dumb yank, to have the best (imo) American-style flatpicker in the British Isles fix your dinner while the Irish Traditional Musician of the Year award winner serves the wine!

We were to have gone back the next morning to climb Ilkley Moor with Maire (Chris had to go off on a teaching gig), but that morning the weather was terrible, i. e. fairly normal by British standards but no good for hiking, so we cancelled.

I remember the song from the old IOCA Song Fest, but I didn't make the connection beforehand. What a close call!

Peter.