During my stay in the village, my Ode to Famous Men, for Tenor and Orchestra was performed by the B.B.C., but the then manageress of the hotel evidently did not think it or me of sufficient importance to warrant her lending me her private sitting-room wherein to hear the work in quietude.  In consequence I had to listen to it in the bar, to the accompaniment of clinking glasses and noisy chatter.  But on another occasion, when a programme of my songs and some violin pieces was performed I was more fortunate, for the bar happened to be empty save for one elderly woman who was interested enough to be present, and who afterwards remarked: ‘I do love your songs – they are so dainty.’ (!)