Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

That's beautiful...reminds me of hot summer days of my youth spent trawling the woodlands and rivers in Warwickshire, jam sandwich and bottle of squash and maybe 50p for chips or chocolate if I came across a shop, not a care in the world or a map to follow. Not rocking up at home till tea time, weirdly, my parents were unconcerned about the miles I wandered, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. I'd just get told to wash my hands before tea and if I'd had a nice time. Ahhh, a seemingly lost age of innocence.