The other day, sitting at my desk, I heard unfamiliar strains of music coming from the yard.
At the far end of the lane stood a black-cloaked and top-hatted organ grinder.
A mother holding a child danced to his tune.
He would play one or two, then move on a few yards and play some more, looking up as windows opened and people smiled down, tossing coins wrapped in a paper serviettes and coloured envelopes. It used to be they'd wrap them in cloth handkerchiefs.
The sound from his organ was both haunting and joyful as it carried through the winter air.
He graciously allowed me to take his photo from my window.
He completed his circuit of our yard and left, leaving many of us with spirits uplifted. A lovely gift on a grey Winter's day.