Yes another very vivid memory was, we used to go out sometimes and slide in the winter when there had been snow, and I remember one winter’s night hearing some young fellows coming over the hill piece (we would call the fields—pieces) and they were singing, and I always remember the words,

“You’ll see the great white throne,

And stand before it all alone

Waiting for the Kings command

When the stars begin to peep.

And then the Chorus.

 My Lord, My Lord, what a morning - morning,

My Lord My Lord, What a morning when the stars begin to peep.”

Yes it sounded very weird to me then, they were three young men that used to come from Sidemoor, and they would sing to attract my sister and two of her companions out. (Simple tunes but they made a deep impression on me then).