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Now in the Sonate. Calendar
Wilbur was an unattractive man. He lived a lonely existence above the old book, music and print shop which he kept in Davies Mews. They say that all day he drank rum, disguised as coffee from a pot, and ate leeks, artichokes and lime jelly.
The wonderful things he bought and sold fascinated him, and left him with little desire for anything else in life…until one day an unusual manuscript came his way. The score was not that unusual in itself – what caught his interest was an old ink inscription down one side. It read – “Matilda Nectarines” Nth Rona Isle.
Being a keen amateur geographer he quickly found an atlas and located this remote place. This did not, however, satisfy his wild curiosity and he started to research everything he could about Nth Rona and nectarines. Who was Matilda?
Why “Matilda Nectarines” ?
He closed up his shop and journeyed to the very north of Scotland. About a year later a fire raged through his shop and all the valuable stock burnt to a cinder.
Today, if you smell smoke and hear footsteps behind you as you walk past Davies Mews it could be the Ghost of Wilbur, the bookseller who never recovered from falling in love with the piano playing he heard in a remote cottage on the Isle of Nth Rona.
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