I went once around ’68 when I was aged about 14. Something was happening at school (can’t remember what) and we all got a day off sprung on us. I live quite near the show, so I scraped together the ten bob which was what entry cost and took myself off. It was FABULOUS...I know it sounds an odd thing to say about such a glamorous event but, then at least, once through the door, everybody was just a gardener no matter how old, young rich, poor, gender race....nothing mattered except the exhibits. I bet its changed a lot since then....