About the Author
In late August 1969 I finished work for the summer holidays. At 7.30 I put on my favourite radio programme, Folk On Friday and heard the presenter, Jim Lloyd, say "Tomorrow is the start of Whitby Folk Festival". "Whitby Folk Festival" I said to myself, "I think I'll have some of that. Why not? I'm on holiday with no plans." As soon as the programme ended I packed my rucksack complete with tent on the bottom and early next morning caught the bus to Leeds, another to Malton and finally one to Whitby. I swiftly marched up the Abbey steps, pitched my tent on the cliff top camp site and walked back into town. My first task was to visit the Chinese restaurant. Whilst waiting for my meal the lady on the table behind was just leaving and I overheard her say to her husband "Don't forget your melodeon." "Melodeon" I said to myself, "What in the world is a melodeon?"