Greetings from County Durham, England...

If I can extract the two fellas I sing with (including the hubby) from the beer keg we'd love to do 'I'll fly away' which tends to start pretty controlled and ends up loud enough to make your ears bleed.

(I'm meant to be hard at work at the day job here, but this whole site has got me hooked, and long may it continue! Many thanks for bringing folk and madness to the Northern wilds of the U.K!)