I have several female folk singers vying for the position of least favourite. Judy Dyble is one, along with Jacqui McShee, Celia Humphris and Shirley Collins, all of whom in my opinion made great albums not so great. On reflection, the dreadful Peggy Seeger (who lived around the corner from us in that haven of leftieness Bromley) makes them all sound like June Tabor. This is Dyble’s contribution to Eric Andersen’s Violets of Dawn. Wouldn’t Sandy have done it so much better?