Practice makes perfect

As me & Boo were wandering this morning I heard the sound of an accordion... squeeze box, as it was known. My Grancha (Mum's Dad) used to play one, amongst other things. We went up onto the canal bridge and I could see him, sitting on a small stool by the side of his narrow boat, playing away to himself. I decided to take a walk past and say hello.
"Sounds lovely" says I...
"Thanks" says he...
we continued on our way...along the canal then up and over the next bridge and through the woods... we could still hear him.
A perfect accompaniment for a morning's walk.