"I must admit the venues for the modern Folkweek are a lot more sophisticated and comfortable, but there was something about squatting on the floor of the Horse and groom skittle alley, or sitting in a broken deckchair or in the sand in the beach store.Or perhaps its just time lending a rose tint to the memories"

Or, for that matter, sitting on the floor rammed into the Drill Hall while rubber chickens were flung back and forth.