I remember decades ago when I was virtually homeless and cycling around France with all of my belongings on my bike. It was a beautiful summer evening when I rolled into Rennes, hungry, tired and not knowing where I was going to sleep that night. I sat on a bench feeling pretty sorry for myself. After a few minutes of self pity I heard the dreamy sounds of someone practising alto coming from an open window nearby. I was hooked! Told myself that if ever I got back on my feet I would learn to play sax. That was such a long time ago and I am still learning. I had to put aside my ambitions for about twenty years when my lovely partner, Anna, became very ill with dementia with complications. Sadly she died eighteen months ago. To help me cope with my loss I dug out my horns and am now becoming quite obsessed with playing again. In fact, I've just bought a beautiful new TWO1 which is my pride and joy. Saved by the sax!