I was 18 and off to Manchester University that year. My best friend's Dad drove us from Nottingham and got as close as he could then left us to walk across fields to the concert area. It seemed to take forever and we had no idea if we were ever going to get there.

Eventually we found the concert area but wee must have been at least 200 yrds from the stage.

My most vivid memories were:
1. The Byrds (who had been billed to play an "acoustic" set) played their first song with acoustic guitars. Then one group member said something like "that wasn't what you came here to hear" and they picked up their electric guitars and rocked through their set much to the audiences appreciation.

2. By mid afternoon there was a cloud over the whole audience area. No it wasn't about to rain, everybody was just getting high and we didn't even have to pay for it :)

3. One of the English groups, I think it was Steeleye Span started playing a gig and everybody started clapping along. But they suddenly stopped and asked the back half of the audience to stop clapping. It was so far back from the stage that by the time the sound reached the group there was actually a delay and they couldn't follow the beat.

4. James Taylor was definitely the star of the show. I think he started his set just before midnight and nobody wanted it to end

Then in the early hours of Sunday morning we walked back through the fields and the stink of the ditches used as toilets, to find my friends father patiently waiting for us to return