It's not too surprising that Mr Beers taste would decline after he died...along with his reduced capacity for sight, smell, hearing etc.

(Sorry)

I was only there once, I think it was '78. I hadn't been exposed to a lot of fiddle sessions. But I distinctly remember some campfire jam, a tune was in progress and the lovely Becky Boyer calling out "Flowers of Edinburgh!" and they all tore into it. I fell in love then and there. That's still one of my favourite tunes to play.

Also remember sheltering from the rain under the dining hall (?) overhang, and hearing some jokes from Kendall that don't bear repeating ;)=

W-O