Thanks leeneia. but the story didn't end there. Last year, Ebor Morris had been invited by Great Yorkshire Morris to dance at their annual Day of Dance in Leeds. We all duly caught the train from York and disembarked at the right station. So far, so good. We got to the first dance spot and I reached for my fiddle, only to feel a blank area on my shoulder. Bright spark had left it on the train!
Many phone calls later, I found that it would be dropped off at Huddersfield as this was home base for whichever railway company it was, and as my sainted wife was going to a ceilidh in that direction, she picked it up while passing. Phew ...