After one bitterly cold mornings work on the pig farm, I found myself with the rest of the band standing in the warmth of Richard Waghorn’s small mix down room…

In the back of an old pocket diary I have a list of all the gigs we have ever done.

The March winds had been strong the past few years and the huge

There were many stories and legends circling around Morton Under Hill but the first and most frequent we heard was about the chapel…

As the old year passed into the new the weather got colder. We worked on a piece of music that would become the song we call ‘The Headless clay woman’.