The picture prompted much speculation about who may have left them, and how on earth they hauled them up there but, for anyone who has ever had a piano in their life, it prompted a pang of sorrow. This week a walker photographed two pianos – one baby grand, one upright – dumped near the top of a 1,841ft mountain in the Brecon Beacons National Park. It’s especially sad because once upon a time that piano, which now makes only broken and out-of-tune noises was once shiny and new and displayed with pride. An old piano is as evocative and forlorn as those family photo albums that turn up in junk shops. In those cracked and discoloured keys and squeaky non-functioning pedals you can feel and smell the traces of family singalongs, hours of careful practice, and random tinklings by infants or passing cats. They are repositories of history and memory. There are few sadder sights than an abandoned piano, because old pianos are more than just musical instruments.
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