I used to smile with disdain when I read about acoustic guitar players whose playing was being limited – or even stopped – by the onset of complaints that frequently afflict us oldies. I uncharitably thought that it was probably more to do with their technique and posture rather than any real handicap. I couldn’t see how such a gently activity like picking a guitar could possibly be affected by anything other than a broken arm! I couldn’t imagine that even a chronic small discomfort would get in the way of my muse. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Recently I have been been shown the error of my attitude, by which I mean that I’ve found myself rubbing sore joints and tendons with increasing regularity. And hand cramps have suddenly started appearing. I’m dreading that I, too, will one day have to downsize my guitar so my gnarled fingers can negotiate the fingerboard. How much time have I left?