I played both piano and accordion at school in the late seventies and early eighties, but I was more interested in playing cricket than music, and I rarely liked the pieces I was being asked to learn. When I was fifteen, I failed Grade 5 piano twice and quietly concluded that was as far as I could go.
It wasn't. But it would take a long time to find that out.
I bought a second-hand accordion at university, and it sat untouched in its case for the better part of twenty years. Then, in the spring of 2008, my aunt asked me to play at her 60th birthday party. Something stirred. I had rediscovered Scottish traditional music around that time, and that autumn, on holiday, I stumbled across an accordion teacher — his band were playing at the hotel we were staying in. I started lessons with him on 11th November 2008, and I have never looked back.
Piano came back into my life a little later, in an equally unplanned way. I was helping my younger son with his piano practice when his teacher asked me why I didn't play myself. I told her the story. She persuaded me to have another go — and I passed Grades 5, 6 and 7 with her. When she retired, a new teacher took me through Grade 8. He's an exceptional teacher, one who lets me explore where I want to go while guiding and challenging me at the same time. I've thought a lot about what makes that work so well, and it has shaped the way I teach.
I'm working towards an ATCL diploma, though I'm quite happy to indulge my curiosity and broaden my musical experience along the way.