The terrible, tragic events of the weekend, resulting in the deaths of two members of the Fisherman's Friends tour party at a venue in Guildford, have shocked and saddened the folk music community. By way of a tribute to singer Trevor Grills and tour manager Paul McMullen, and to the band itself, here are my memories of my first encounter with Fisherman's Friends and what they mean to me.
By Phil Widdows.
My wife, Jo, and I first met Fisherman's Friends on Friday September 1st 2006, in their natural habitat of Port Isaac in Cornwall.
|Port Isaac, Cornwall|
|Our pub balcony view|
|Microphones on the Platt|
|That blissful summer eve of memory: 2006|