Hitched from Southport with my girlfriend and ex-girlfriend (It was 1971 after all). Got to within a mile of the festival site when some guy in a min-van run into us on the road and knocked us all into a ditch. He took us into a building (probably Tupholme Manor Hall) and we were taken from there to Lincoln Hospital where I spent the night having X-Rays. Managed to get to the festival early next morning, fell asleep and was awoken by the sound check of an Alice Coltrane record (I think, Great day, great weather - loved the Byrds. Took all Sunday to get back home.