Sounds like a cracking day out, shame that I was not able to take you all on some unscheduled off piste as in the last two editions as they were really well received.
Sadly, I was confined to the homestead, blanket round legs, clad in chunky knitwear, penning my memoirs, bon mots dripping from my pen like farmyard waste (working title of 'Edwards: The Man, The Legend. Volume 1').
But what with Crosby? Doonican? Pretenders to the crown, like Eric Breukink 20 years ago, flattering to deceive when it mattered. The knitwear cognoscenti are with, have always been with, the great, late Perry Como.
Knit one, pearl one
Ed