In the 1980s, I went out with the Pilgrim Morris Men on their wassail night in Guildford. I was somehow 'King' for the evening and, having borrowed a melodeon from one of the others, led the entourage into the County Bar at the Angel Hotel, where we met one Keith Enticknap(who was in his seventies, I'd suppose) who told me he was 'staying with somebody who from Milford'. He told me he 'hadn't seen a melodeon since his days in the merchant navy'. I took down his address and intended to visit him later, but upon phoning, my correspondent owned to not knowing what I was talking about so presume the address was misheard.