Forty is the crisis age at which people, taking stock of their lives, start to behave oddly. I was about to turn 40 when I retrieved my French horn from the attic. My marriage having recently ended, I was on the hunt for adventure plus a trip down memory lane. The consequences of my midlife wobble turned out to be more far-reaching than, even at my most self-aggrandising, I would have predicted.
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