i went to a couple of twickers in the early 60's----first with my dear old mum and we stayed in lodgings--a real dump that was. but she left me on wimbledon railway station to do trainspotting so i was a happy kid. (how blatantly stupid now i look back ) i suppose she thought the angels would look after me.
the second i went camping in the tent city on site--with all my teenage mates. the highlight of it was getting to meet liquorice !