Ya beauty

After a long day of travel (which included an overlong wait in St Pancras, on account of our paranoia about queues for check-in/ID checks/security etc etc) we arrived in Leuven around 7.30 pm local time. Marc had met us at Brussels Midi to chum us on the last (short) train journey. It was lovely to see him again, and Ann when we got to their home. I also finally got to meet this beautiful thing for the first time - the guitar I acquired in the wake of Evans' death. It was the penultimate instrument he made. Its sound is gorgeous, and I can just about play it!