As you might have expected - the mood was ebullient .
The band played with gusto.
Their favourites.
We had solos.
Music from all walks of life -
classical, pop, film, wartime and I guess the rugby field.
The microphone didn't work - we smiled and joked - but it helped us get to know Joe's son a lot better. He coped very well in a relaxed positive mode - as his father would have done.
There was an air of friendship.
We were all there because of one person - Joe Harrison.
I chatted with two people, on their own, who, it turned out came from Broughton and Haverigg.
People had come from all over the area.
The church was healthily full.
Tea and biscuits at the interval were welcome.
Had it not been cold outside, the music was best suited to the open air; but this was not a time for musical excellence but of conveying emotion - of performing to the best of one's ability of giving of one's all.
This the band conveyed well.
For me there were negative sides but lets not spoil the main theme.
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