Wow, that has brought back memories (I missed the thread first time around). Graham, the warden when I was last there in the mid-70s (anyone know what happened to him?), would never turn away a booking, even when the hostel was full. I remember spending a very chilly night on an old sofa in the woodshed, with owls hooting on the roof all night. The other joy was trying to sleep in a "Tanners Tent" (an old army blanket that you were expected to string up between two trees).

I sang the Coppers song "Wop she 'ad it i o" at one folk weekend, and unbeknown to me, the guest performer (whose name I forget) also had it on his set list but was out of the room when I sang.

My version of the chorus was slightly different to the Coppers (which he sang "as known") and he was a bit disconcerted when everyone joined in with "my" version when he performed it later on in the evening...