I was in a train sitting next to the window and opposite the then already elderly Paul Tortelier, who had his cello in the seat next to him. The train had stopped at a station when he looked out of the window and saw it was where he was getting off (Swindon!!!). He got very flustered trying to move his cello and get out from his seat. I was penned in but leapt up urgently to dash to the door and signal to the guard to hold the train, which he did. (I don't think PT noticed
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