Except that's Austria, of course, and we've actually been in Switzerland: me, the fan, a mandolin and the Monkey. Flying with instruments was a slightly anxious experience. The actual flying was fine. The anxiety was caused by ground staff who don't know their own airline's rules, and later on just worrying that the Monkey might have found the flight difficult.
We both of us took a while to warm up. I'm playing so little at present. But it was OK. Tunes I played I remembered with few slips. I could be playing better, of course, faster, more fluently, with looser fingers. But our friends were pleased we'd made the effort. After all, it's not every day you get to play with bagpipes up a Swiss hillside.
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