I may add a bit more in due course, but let me say now that the wake was a truly wonderful affair.

So many musicians, some from so far away, and such a range of ages from seventeen to seventy. Some truly wonderful and emotion filled renditions of so many of Jacqui's favourite songs. Jacqui's brother Robin came out from behind a PA to sing unamplified for the first time in decades. The brewery donated a buffet at its own cost which was just such a nice gesture. The landlady brought her own chairs down from upstairs, and fat folk musicians promptly wriggled on them and broke them, and she would not accept my offer to pay for them. The amount of alcohol consumed was staggering (I think the pub sold more IPA in one night than it usually does in a fortnight) and a number of people were so emotional by the end of the evening that standing was the last thing on their mind (I think there may be a parody song in there somewhere). Some who knew Jacqui from the past thought Rachel was a haunt.

I am told that several folkies have asked their husbands/wives/whatevers to do the same for them when they go.

The family is deeply moved and deeply grateful.

In the fullness of time a website will go up with some history and some pictures of the night. If only we had recorded it in sound too!