That's graet, Thanks, Maggi. I was at the 1977 one, though I was young and green - well, 18 - and didn't know who most of that stellar line-up were. Nope, not even June Tabor or Fairport Convention. I'd forgotten Barbara Dickson was on. Butu I knew who Gallagher and Lyle were because they'd had a couple of hit records. Oh, the shallowness of youth.

However, I do remember being introduced to, and enjoying, the music of Five Hand Reel, Leo Kottke, Gordon Giltrap, and Spriguns, and going out abd buying their records afterwards - including Kottke's 6 And !2-String Guitar, which I no longer have having, unforgiveably, ditched it when I got rid of my vinyl a few years ago.

I particularly remember Gordon Giltrap playing Lucifer's Cage from his Blake-inspired album Visioanry. He played it once at the start of his set, because the weather was freezing and he needed something to warm his fingers up; played it again at the point in the set it had been planned; and then we made him do it as an encore.

I remember some disgruntled punters in the folk-club session in the bar pulling the plug on Spriguns' electric set, because "we came to listen to folk music, not pop music."

I remember Country Joe teasing us with his "Give me an F" chant. We yelled "F", he said "Thanks very much" and used it to tune up. Then we did it for real.

I remember a schoolmate who got a job behind the bar, so that when I boought a pint, I got my drink plus more money back in change than I'd handed him (I do hope that didn't lead to the money problems that saw the next year's festival cancelled).

And I remember a field full of people and a stage full of performers singing Goodnight Irene when the whole thing was over.