Hands too cold to play particularly well this evening. Head full of tunes. Flett wasn't among them: I couldn't conjure him from anywhere. Instead I had Miss G, Home Town, Amazing Grace, Irishman's Cudgel, the Dragon...fragments of Murray (remember when!), Highland Cathedral (on my mind because it's a favourite of friends we're visiting soon), Hark the Herald (no idea). Horsburgh a bit hit and miss, Troy crashed out in the B part...
Maybe I should revisit some of those old tunes that never came to anything. But Miss G is about there, although sometimes a little uncertain om the last bar but two.
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