I used to go to Tanners Hatch every month with my dad Frank for the folk nights back in the late 70s to mid 80s I used to be known as Francis back then. I remember my 1st visit telling the warden Graham that the light was gone so he he sent me to a shed to turn on the generator was gone for ages in the dark. I also remember the tents and the sing songs till the early hours. Graham was a great warden even if he did nick your breakfast, my dad got round it by making him a breakfast. My dad has passed away now but his memories were as fond as mine