And having discarded as entirely bogus our E. Flutes and E. Concertinas, what then for music would we listen to in our re-Imagined Village? Well, mostly today I've been listening to some vintage vinyl featuring the music composed by Peter Maxwell Davis for his ensemble The Fires of London. Does it get any more English than that? Fair enough, he drew much of his inspiration, then as now, from his Orkney Island home, but in such works as Eight Songs for a Mad King where the tortured ravings of George III are set in a cycle of deeply affecting songs I detect a quintessential Englishness. Some of this stuff, I believe, has even made it to CD - so - do check it out, WAV; you might well find it in your local library...