Faded, pegged, denim jeans fashioned by men who’s haberdashery skills were much in doubt

Bright paisley, high necked, tunic styled shirts,

collar as high a a Harry Hill prop

 

These memories give me the shakes, hippy shakes, like the many songs:  ‘All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey’; Mamas, Papas, flowers, pots, pot and hemp and pipes, the lot

 

Hip, hep, beatniks, Greenwich Village cats, cool, sophisticated, transcendental meditators.  Trips to psychedelic universes, The Beatles: Sergeant Pepper, the Walrus, Polythene Pam 

 

Ravi Shankar; distinct sounds from the gently weeping guitars, sitar’s, tabla’s and bongo’s

Counterculture, anti-establishment and authority, art freedom of expression, peace

New Age travellers, cultural diversity, communes, eastern philosophy, Stone Henge, Woodstock, Monterey, Isle of Wight festivals

Oh ‘the times they were a changing’.