That summer of 1971, the Canadian government arranged for summer jobs in foreign countries for university students - the only qualification was that you had to speak the language, so I applied for England and got a position as an office temp in London. In July some of my new friends were going to a music festival in Lincolnshire and one of the guys borrowed his grandmother's Mercedes and off we went - my memory is fuzzy after 42 years. I remember we had some trouble finding the place but eventually we did and enjoyed the show from a great distance. I remember most Ralph McTell, the Incredible String Band, and Sandy Denny alone on the stage with a piano. And people dancing round a bonfire, not far from the stage. I think we left before it was over and drove for a while before setting up a couple of pup tents in s field near the road. In the morning I heard the sound of a horse approaching and when I clambered out, there was a girl in the saddle, who politely asked if we wanted to come to the house for breakfast. At that time not that many rural Brits had much exposure to North Americans, and colonial accents were quite exotic so my friends made me do the talking. It was an ancient farm house with exposed beams and a family pleased to have caught some of the hippies from the concert. They joked I remember about not enough loaves and fishes in the village for the crowd. What a time! O to be 20 again...