The first time I went by boat to the Fairport Convention Festival at Cropredy on the Oxford Canal was almost 40 years ago. My friend Ian and his wife Susie travelled with Moira and me in convoy from Banbury late one Friday afternoon. In those days the festival was a two-day affair, not the three days it has become; and as we rounded the bend bordering the hill on which it takes place we could already hear the sound of the opening acts of the evening echoing across the undulating Oxfordshire countryside. We moored our boats and were soon stretched out on the grass at the festival arena.
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