Handle with care

My brother-in-law Peter has left his guitar, a beautiful salmon pink Fender Stratocaster, in my clutches for a re-string and a bit of TLC.

It used to belong to a friend of his called John who he played in a band with. Sadly, John died very suddenly three years ago, and his widow gave the guitar to Peter as she felt that's what John would have wanted.

Even with corroded, three-year-old strings, you can tell it's a lovely instrument. I think I'll be taking good care of it.