It was a small, flute-like, instrument with four finger holes on top and two thumb holes below. He had found it in the attic at Bradstow Manor. Muriel had seen no reason why he shouldn’t take that along with the near-Bronzino and various other musical instruments, including sheet music. Mostly glees and madrigals.As he and Melanie set knives aside before embarking on the adventure of turning the handle and achieving sparkling results, he suggested, ‘I think we ought to get around to organising our madrigal evening. It’s going to take careful planning. Christening of the music room. Local talent.’‘It’s up to you, Hugh dear. I wonder who we’ll ask.’ He kissed her with a long look and slightly swollen lips that had suffered from his bicycle rides, as he guided the wheels partly with his knees and partly with the pressure of his weight, with the flageolet in his mouth.They had put finishing touches to the thatched music room. There was a platform set up with music stands and many uncomfortable chairs waited for an audience.‘We might kick off with “Dainty Fine Bird”.
