About six months ago, in the run up to our Centenary, the band were contacted by the granddaughter of our first pipe major. She and her mum visited the band, and at that time they also presented us with some music written by our first pipe major, two out of three tunes that he had written for his three daughters. However, due to an injury sustained in the Great War, he had never been able to play the tunes. Consequently our guest, the final surviving daughter, had never heard the tunes her father wrote for her and her sisters. They asked if someone from the band could learn the tunes so that they could come back and hear them played - and that task fell to me.
The return visit was planned for last Thursday, but unfortunately it had to be cancelled due to ill health. This was unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected given the age of the lady in question.
So far, so ordinary.
But it occurred to me on Friday that perhaps waiting to reschedule the visit wasn't the best possible option. After all, you never know...
Besides, it had always been my intention to record the tunes and present our guests with a CD, memory stick, or similar device with the audio file. Indeed, I had such a recording already, although the quality wasn't great - my pipes had had a new chanter and new drone reeds in the last week, and the recording was with the older, less good, set.
So I rerecorded the tunes last night, put the file somewhere public, and sent a link along. No big deal, or so I thought.
It turns out that the lady in question turns 86 this Friday, and so hearing the tunes for the first time will make for a fine present for her.
It turns out that, just sometimes, my timing isn't entirely awful. Huzzah!
#9: "The Wind in the Willows", by Kenneth Grahame (A book from The List)