Re the girls on the other side of the fence, Martyn, they came with us in our Commer hippy van and yes they were all quite stunning (or was that stunned?). We were very radical at that time and thought all festivals ought to be free. Looking at the bands who were playing I can't believe we regarded £2 as a capitalist ripoff, but we all sat in the field until the security staff had so many complaints they came over and begged us to come in for free but not tell anyone. They were really nice guys. The only band I can remember with any sort of clarity were the Byrds. We were flying much too high for folk music and so left quite early for the seaside. I daren't tell you everything we got up to in the next 48hrs but all those implicated agreed it was fairly freaky and most enjoyable. Pre-watershed highlights were the clutch pedal breaking off(!!!)and having to be replaced by a pull string operated from the passenger seat (think about it); three dimensional caterpillar races on a busy coastal path; a darts match in a violent thunderstorm; running out of petrol at 2am in the middle of nowhere and being confronted by a hysterical woman in a night dress & curlers, toting a loaded shotgun; a 20 mile high speed drive in a police car with lights and hooter in the middle of the night to get petrol from an unmanned pump in Nottinghamshire and then telling the policeman I hadn't any money (if you are reading this mr pc thanks-you were amazing); climbing out of a stone sarcophagus at dawn in a mist-enveloped ruined Gothic abbey (Roche? Fountains? still no idea) just as the first tourists arrived. Golden days indeed.