This gig was an open air concert (two days) at Silloth on 25th August 1974.

We arrived at the venue - which was an unused aerodrome - in the middle of no-where. Eddie drove up to where we thought would be a good vantage point, to see what was going on. Driving to this spot, it looked like a gentle camber, so we parked. We realised, when falling out of the van, that the inclination was over 60 degrees. We gently persuaded Eddie to move elsewhere (not wishing to bestow on him the panic we were encountering). Now parked on a more stable platform, we investigated what was going on. The weather wasn't being too friendly - overcast and blowing a cold gale. Two 'attractions' I remember ... a bungie jump from a crane, and an amazing magician (whose name escapes me). The magician was very poor, but we all had a laugh at him. As we had travelled from Leeds, nature called to us quite urgently. We found a 40 foot trailer which was parked (abandoned ?) in a secluded position. We all noticed that it was draped in a pink material, but never-the-less we were all satisfied. Gig time was approaching, and we were wondering where to put the gear. We were directed to a trailer. The trailer had been rotated, and it was draped in pink material which had strange stain marks on it! Smiling to each other, we set the gear up. Hell, it was cold. Eddie was playing the keyboards with gloves on! Afterwards, after packing the gear away, we decided that hot dogs and vast quantities of alchohol was the only way of keeping warm. After pitching the tents (don't remember doing this) we wandered to the 'town'. Found a pub easily, but where the hell was every one? The town was deserted. After some drinks and finding a foods place, back to the airfield. Some were sleeping in tents, others were sleeping in the van.

The cold morning came - well, at least it was sunny. Graham requested to have a wash. He was pointed towards the far side of the airfield, where there was a solitary stand pipe. Off he went. Bugger that we all thought. Waited for Graham to return as we were all wanting breakfast. There were no facilities on site, and we hadn't brought any cooking utilities. Back to the town. It still was deserted, but we managed to find a Greasy Joe's. Eggs, bacon and the trimmings went down very well. Went for a look around the town, but didn't find anything interesting, so back to the airfield. Wandered round the site and got very bored. Eventually the time arrived to set the gear up again. The van thought otherwise and refused to start. So we all had to push the damn thing. Suddenly the engine fired and the van sped away, leaving one or two of us pushers to fall flat on our faces in a puddle. Well, that was a good start! Gig time came. Even less people watching than the night before. Gig finished, we literally threw the gear into the van and set off home. Swinger Graham drove most of the way (remember Bessy Ambulance - who had a tendancy to steer all over the road ? ) and we were dropped of. Eddie then drove the rest of the way.