I often used to wake up in the morning to my Dad playing his guitar. Usually something like “Scarborough Fair” or “Froggie went-a Courtin’ ”
He didn’t have many songs he could play, but he was entirely self-taught. Not sure if anyone else was musical in his family.
The photo shows him in our front room in Braunstone, sat in “his” chair. His guitar now sits against the wall in my office here in France. Unfortunately I can’t play it…
It was later restrung by my OH’s Uncle… As my Dad was left-handed, it is now strung for a right handed player.