It all began one rainy night on Yeovil...

One stormy night on Yeovil moor,
As the thunder clapped and the rain did pour,
Two men from the west on a hill did meet,
And they talked of alt.westcountry
The one from the south had a guitar in his hand,
While the one from the north had talk of a band,
With his pocket full of poems and songs he had made,
Twas that fateful day they formed Balustrade