The amount of times we took the kids down there back in the 90s to wear them out and watch the model glider enthusiasts.
One memorable time we turned up on a Sunday morning just as an Exodus rave was winding down, stepping out of the car at the top carpark it literally felt like the air and trees were pulsing, looking down all you could see were a few cars with open doors until we walked a bit further and saw the curtainsider HGV lorry and what looked like the last of the walking dead, brilliant.












