Just as I was beginning to feel that perhaps a break from piping would be nice, everything clicked. Bellows were comfortable, well out of the way of my wrist. Drones (mostly) sat high and left the bellows alone. I got the buzz! Various bits of Arthur Bignold fell into place. My fingers were fast and furious and (mostly) accurate. I played new tunes, old tunes, tunes from The Piper's Delight which I had on my music stand having discovered (thanks to pipe tune search) that it has Farewell to the Creeks in it.
Still listening to Skippinish in the car. Still loving it.
Ramblings of an easily distracted learner piper
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