I remember turning up to the Rollright Stones in the summer of 89’ or was it 90’?
There was a fair few folk turned up..hundreds all camped out in some farmers field.
..said farmer turns up wielding a shotgun on his tractor at six in the morning. Unfortunately our adventure was cut short as we were soon back on the road under escort..Oddly as I’m writing this three sirens have just blared past..

Anything for four in a row?