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From there we travelled all the way down to the Lizard Point in Cornwall and camped on a site that Geoff and I knew from the previous year when we had stopped there on our motorbikes - my BSA Starfire 250 (which broke down) and his Suzuki GT250.

The Boys, with Spot, the dog

During our time on the Lizard, we amused ourselves by going to the beach during the day (no sign of Bikini Babes) and then driving round the country lanes in the evening with a couple of the gang sitting on the roof rack. Health and safety? Bah!

Camping on the Lizard Point.

One day when I went off to the shops to buy some food, I picked up a girl who was hitching, but had to drop her off a couple of miles from her destination as I was picking the others up from a pub. However, when they heard the story, they insisted that I take her the rest of the way and so, somehow, the four of them squeezed into the back seat (a world record?) and we went back and picked the girl up again (I think that she was a little wary of us to begin with – who wouldn’t be when offered a lift by 5 youths in a Mini!) and took her to the lovely little pub on the quay of the little fishing village where she worked as a bar maid.

I’ve no idea where the village was or what the pub was called, but we spent the rest of the afternoon there, getting slowly drunk, before driving back to the campsite (I wasn’t too fussed about drink driving at that time!) Sadly, the lifts we had so generously given her were not repaid with offers of beach parties or any other general debauchery.