For the past 20 years, I've been living with the consequences of a midlife crisis.
It began, as these things often do, with the end of a marriage and the imminence of a round-numbered birthday.
Men usually confront such landmarks through the medium of wheels: soft-tops, Harleys, super-light road bikes with which they attempt to race back towards an unreachable youth. I opted for a less-travelled, more treacherous road: clambering into the attic, I retrieved an old French horn that I had cast off more than 20
