Fiddle!

A Baltic blaw of a day out and about and mid-afternoon found me, chores and duties all complete, back home. There's been something I've been meaning to do since I hung up my boots two months ago. Scrape my fiddle!
In truth, I pretty much gave it up a few years ago but I was never happy at having left it, so today I tentatively returned. Thirty minutes a day, I thought, let's see where I can get to. And, I must say, I was surprised how easy it was to start scraping out some weel kent tunes. The Flowers of Edinburgh! The East Neuk of Fife! Of course, there's a huge difference between playing tunes and playing music, so for the moment I must avoid listening to any Alasdair effin Fraser or the bow will end up in pieces. No time for that the noo, in any case. Friday evening! Soccerooni!!