We hadn't planned on going into Skipton on the boat but when Jennette came and asked if we would sing at her friend's party tonight I suggested it so Frank could have a drink or two. It was about 3:30 this afternoon when we moored up and the sun was going down.

We don't know the lady whose party it is but we do know that she's called Ann and her husband died in summer. Apparently she's still a bit fragile (obviously) but wanted to go ahead with the annual party.

We will know quite a few other people there from the boating community. Should be good.

I'll need to do some vocal warm ups I think - I've had a right gungey throat :-b