It was the spring of 1980 I think. I had cycled there from Newbury and at dusk I naively pitched my tiny tent in the quietest quadrant of the monument. I awoke at about three in the morning to ingest some mushrooms and went back to sleep. Awoke tripping before dawn and explored the stones. As the sun came up I packed up my tent and cycled off to the WKLB and then onto the majestic Silbury Hill. After a good bike ride, that night I pitched my tent at Glastonbury Tor under a rising full moon. So my journey went on in a similar vein for quite a few more days till I had to get the train back to my little flat in London. I still got some fine photos somewhere.