On the fiddle

Sorry, I couldn't resist that. Years ago when I had a fiddler playing with me, when I did the thanks, I would say: "... and Claire on the fiddle," which somehow always sounded wrong. A pal was looking for a fiddle, and I knew just the man in Evanton to provide one, so I picked it up today, restrung, in a case and looking good. I can't play it, but I might have a scrape later on when I've drunk enough beer. The extra picture is of Strathconon, which was looking very good today.