Peace and Love, Gosforth

We were women of the world. We knew what was going on in San Francisco. We read Derek Taylor in Disc and Music Echo. Naturally we wanted to get into that Peace and Love thing with the flowers in your hair and the bells. I found a bell on a cord in a shop in Gosforth high street and we were off. Me and my cousin, arms full of flowers, handing them out to bemused passers by. Until some cow came over and pulled the bell off me neck (probably needed it to rejoin her herd in the tyrol)

I suppose, Gosforth wasn’t ready for the hippy revolution quite yet.