I was playing a gig at a renascaince (does anyone know how to spell that?) fair a week or so back with the family band.
It was hot…really hot. I was playing my whistles, flutes, fiddle, guitar, mando, concertina and, especially, my much beloved Reyburn Low-D whistle. After the set I got to worrying about the heat I got to doing a bit of physics in my head about a hot metal tube expanding inside of a wooden headjoint so I took it off just to be safe.
We puttered around a bit, did another set (with the head back on) puttered about a bit more and went home. When I got back home the headjoint was gone. Apparently lost somewhere on the fair grounds. 
I was severely bummed. A careful search of the grounds yielded nothing. What a loss. This Reyburn was, without a doubt, the most fabulous-sounding whistle I’ve ever owned. 
I contacted Ronaldo who whittled me another head in record time. I was really quite apprehensive about it as I know he’s made some changes over the years and how does on improve on perfection?
The new head arrived and I slid it on.
Outrageous, fantastic, sublime. I was amazed. The thing is just incredible. The beak is longer and narrower. And it can be pushed and worked in ways that my old head could never have dreamed of. And the sound…Mercy!
So, as it turns out, losing my head wasn’t so bad after all.
Thanks much Ronaldo. 
Doc
