My God. How time flies. I was on the 6oth anniversary of the trespass in 1992. We started in the middle of Hayfield, went past the memorial to the trespassers and ended up on the moors where the battle took place.

We were led for part of the way by Benny Rothman, who had been one of the leaders and at that time was one of the few survivors. Unfortunately, he was the wrong side of, so he couldn't get very far. But it was a very memorable celebration. My blood still boils at the thought of all those landowners with all those thousands of acres, who believed they had some God given right to keep the working class off the moors and in the miserable slums and hovels which social mischance had assigned to them.

The lousy bunch of bloody parasites thought they could deny the people who'd made their millions for them, the chance of a breath of fresh air once a week.