In 1978, I was working at the local village garage. The garage foreman was Glynne Brown, i have known Glynn since i was a young lad as he played in Bridlington Excelsior Band, the band that i started in as a learner. Glynne often talked at work about having the band back in the village and asked me if i would like to help get the band up and running again. As an enthusiastic 25 year old, i jumped at the chance, even though, at the time, i was also playing in Bridlington Excelsior Band and Driffield Town Band. I can remember also, on more than one occasion, the late Derek Darling and the late Robbie Hoggarth, Glynne and myself, walking down from Stonegate garage to the youth club on Bowling Green Lane in Hunmanby to check over the place as a practice venue, measuring up to see if there was room for filing cabinets, library, music etc. I think we probably talked more about the band when we were at work than actually getting any work done, one advantage of having the foreman who's also a keen bandsman. Having looked at the early history of the band in the 1920's, it refers to a Mr W. Garbutt, cycling from Forden to Hunmanby etc., it reminded me of a time when i cycled from Bridlington to Hunmanby (10 miles) approx. to help with the christmas playing around the village. I remember it was a cold, frosty December night. I set off, perhaps ill prepared, euphonium in its case, balancing precariously on the crossbar, not easy holding the case in one hand and steering with the other. I don't think health and safety was my top priority in those days. No sooner had i cycled out of Bridlington, the chain came off my bike. I managed to put it back on and carried on towards Hunmanby. Approx. 3 miles later, off comes the chain again. By this time i couldn't feel my finger ends as it was so cold and trying to get the chain put back on in the pitch black was a task in itself, this happened numerous times and my hands were blackened with oil. Having reached the Dotterill Inn at the top of the hill, i knew then that it was mostly downhill into the village, when i finally arrived in the village, i stopped and listened hoping that i could hear the band, because i had no idea what part of the village they would be in, after all, Hunmanby is a very large village I couldn't hear them, so i continued a little further and i could see the village church in the distance. It was then that i saw the street lights reflecting off the instruments in that cold frosty night air. Low and behold as they started to walk towards me, one of the lads said "your're too late, we've just finished". When they realised how i had got here, i was hastily taken to the local pub and was sat down in front of the welcoming open fire and given a hot drink to thaw me out. I too can remember the enthusiastic band supporter, Robbie Hoggarth saying he would take me and my bike back to Bridlington in his van but was a bit low on petrol so he said he would drop me off about half way, luckily it was mainly downhill .......... Oh happy days !!!!