A festive air at the tea break in 1982

Presumably the feet in the foreground, festooned in a pair of Dunlop Green Flash plimsolls belong to Dr Phillpotts. Left to right, Nicky, Duncan and Angie: surnames not known. Perhaps it was grockle day.

The rampart cutting in 1982

Soft focus, or should that be out-of-focus shot from the Phillpotts archive: the rampart cutting in 1982 with, left to right, Mike Taylor, Angie, Phil Dixon, Duncan and Jane Dineen.

Rainy day 1982 ...

Sometimes, although it was rare, the damp just got to us and made everyone feel a bit miserable: this looks like one of those days: even Phil's van of which I have affectionate memories looks a bit gloomy. Also in the shot, Joyce, Mike Taylor, Peggy Poole and Duncan. Erecting the shelter was always a tough job especially on a windy day. We used to weight down the plastic with turves.

Guess what was going on here ...

Can anyone help with what Dr Phillpotts is about here: rapt attention all round? I only know because of the caption that accompanied his archive when he sent it to me. This is during a 1982 party... L to R: Alex West, Mike Adams, Duncan, Gail Boyle, Dave, Ambrosio, Rhian Locke, Franklin, John Gale, Jane the Scot and the Chronicler himself presiding. Update: Steve Vaughan writes: "It's the wedding. Rhian is being joined in unholy matrimony with the hapless youth on her right by the hanging judge himself. John Gale acting as best man, I think. 1982?." Correct on all counts Steve, and amusingly different from your beloved's answer which was as follows: I think Phillpotts may have been presiding over the annual Awards - certainly Ambrosio was voted 'Personality of the Year' one season, and I think I have a hazy memory of this party. Was John Gale ever 'Mr Crickley' - I don't remember. In fact the biggest surprise of this picture is I don't ever recall Mr Gale being that darned handsome in a Village People meets Errol Flynn sort of way. On Mr Crickley - for some reason we still have one of the limestone Mr Crickley plaques in our hallway. Last time we moved - the removal man picked it up and said "Who's Mr Crickley then .... a dog?"