I’m in the Sarah Allen flute picture. That’s my knee that appears to be protruding from John Jacksons left arm. I’m going to have to write my mom and let her know that I’ve made it into an international publication
I hadn’t realised there were so many workshops at SiM, that explains why I had a beautiful walk through the bilberry forest and along the River Spey each time to get to Angus’s house for the Bouzouki workshops. I’m the one carefully hidden behind the camera! We were playing ‘The Old Favourite’ at the time (or Rolling Waves, Bill Sullivan’s, Britches made of Stiches …)
We hope that part of the charm is sitting in someone’s front room rather than in an echoey hall.
By the way, I live just 70 yards from where your class was…beautiful wee spot, isn’t it?