I remember the night becoming
quite cold after the heat of the day, and at some time during the night
I dozed off to sleep. The upshot of this was that I missed half the Jimi
Hendrix Experience performance. Over the years I have mentioned to all
my friends, that my claim to fame is that I slept through the last Jimi
Hendrix performance, but reading other people memories on this web site,
I can see I was not alone. Luckily, my mates Kevin and Brian managed to
kick me awake, so that I saw at least the last few numbers and the encore.
I have no recollection
of the rest of the festival, collecting our tent from Desolation Row,
the walk back to the ferry or the ferry crossing. The only vision that
has stayed with me is of walking out of the site and looking at the mountains
of rubbish. Peter Townsend was right when he wrote about a "Teenage
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The
last picture was taken in the temporary car park at the Lymington ferry
port. It shows me looking the worse for wear just before the long drive
home. The cars in the picture look very dated and bring it home to me
that the festival was now over 36 years ago, but I wouldn't have missed
it for the world.
Good times, good music, good memories and most of all, good friends.
Roy Bowen
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