We had a great evening at Lewes Folk Club last night. Meg, back from France, joined in remembering all the words which is pretty impressive considering she's not sung with us for over a year and she was on the wine.
We thought we'd have a quick run through before the folk club to check Meg still knew the words. We found a quiet dark corner of the car park at Lewes station, and apart from a few rabbits (!) we were alone. Singing with our usual gusto, we launched into the second verse as the commuter train from London arrived, deposited some bewildered looking office workers who disembarked to the chorus of Collier Lads. The rabbits ran away.
