He played his fiddle for the passengers on the ferry boat that carried them from one island to the other.
It didn’t pay very much, since he worked exclusivity for tips, but he was retired and didn’t do it for the money.
He did it because he loved to play the fiddle, he was outside in the fresh air every day, and he loved seeing how much joy his music brought to the faces of those he played for, especially the youngsters.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales from Sonya. Photo credit: Calum MacAuley.