1988, Stonehenge, camped on Bill Oddie's land I believe
lots of the usual stories about massive over indulgence of acid etc

will cut a long story short with one anecdote

we'd lost a member of our party at some point the previous day. That night me and some friends went on a bit of a wandering acid/hash bender and through the night the group gradually whittled down to two of us. We were walking through some grass and bushes around 5am and followed a trail of empty EKU 28 bottles which were scattered along the side of a path through the grass. At the end of it we found a group of people who looked as though they'd stepped out of the 18th century, peasant style clothing, sitting around a bush playing mandolins etc. Inside the bush, holding onto the trunk for dear life we found our missing friend
(albinomeatpod, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 14:21, Reply)