These early trips took place in any car or mini bus we could cadge or ‘Borrow’ from Watford Football Club, where we worked at the time (only caught out once!). But after a year or so, our party of two started growing, as friends started expressing an interest in our peculiar pleasures.

With trips becoming more regular, and habits starting to form, the whole experience soon became almost ritualistic in its execution. Things such as: stopping off at the Budgens in Wendover to stock up on supplies; going into the Wendover chemist to see if the bloke with the dodgy syrup was working that day (that rug is legendary, and like all good legends has never been verified - I still remain the only person to have seen it); having a quick blow on the blowing stone; avoiding the Norman Knight at Wallingford (much easier now that it has been demolished!); and going to the Blue Boar at Aldbourne. There’s more, but not enough space.