I think, for sheer inspired imagination the late, great, Rod Shearman would be hard to beat, he asked that some of his ashes be scattered along the footpath between the campsite and the pub at Towersey Festival, so that when we Festival attenders are staggering back after the pub shuts the slopping of beer from our tankards would at least give him a chance of a drink!!! and it was done according to his wishes, the remaining ashes were launched onto his beloved London River at Sunset.



" Sing no sad songs for me
live like tomorrow will never be"