Music and Memories

Through the swing doors at Heathrow and there, as always, Dad quietly waiting - cap, jacket and book - to take me 'home'. The house may be quite new to me (he moved here 18 months ago to be near my brother) but it still feels like home as it is filled with all those old familiar things and treasures that make up a life. This violin is one such treasure. Given to me more than thirty years ago - it originally belonged to a musician who played in a Chamber Group in the 'Roaring Twenties' and thirties.

In the evening Dad and I went to lovely chamber orchestra concert in the town's theatre where the progamme included Mozart Symphony No 41 and Bartok Folk Songs for strings.