... at the Woodman Pub near the Bournemouth/Poole border. A regular now at the impromptu muso-fest - "I only comes down when the missus has finished with me for the night" - says a man looking much older than his 57 years would presume. Ever cheerful and chatty, Huw cuts a frail figure with stick-thin drianpipe jean-enclosed legs peering below a dusky-green ex-army coat. Was it the aftermath of his Legionnaire's Disease or the aftermath of Hawkwind's legendary drug consumption that has left him a more lucid but similarly delicate version of Ozzy?
Whatever his constitution, the old skills are ever present. He has to have his guitar carried down to the pub for him but when wielding it on the cramped, slight raise that is the Woodman's stage it is a show of effortless mastery that greets us. Some old blues, some old Hawkwind (Hurry On Sundown! What else do you need!) and long, extended jam sessions with the disgustingly talented Marcus Gee on bass (in the photo above). Credit, too, to the mystery bongo player who lifted the whole evening with his masterful skin-thumping.