Despite their frugal lifestyle (clothes made from bedsheets stolen from washing lines and food similarly liberated from local allotments), the Gurtus frequently come into contact with money. And like all bands, this causes some friction. But uniquely these disagreements are not about who should have how much but about which charity to give the money to.

Indeed one of the darkest hours in their placid history nearly caused them to split up when they pondered whether GreenPeace was a more deserving recipient of their day’s takings than Save the Whale. It was only when manager Ben Temple decided that they were essentially one and the same thing that disaster was averted. But harsh words had been spoken, with one Monk referring to another as ‘a poo poo head’, as a result of his being called ‘a bit of a ninny’. Battle lines were drawn but again Ben came to the rescue, suggesting they keep their money to invest in a property.

The Monks set off on what is now known as ‘The Great March Homewards’ armed only with a map of the M25 and a big tin of sticking plasters. In the tiny Hertfordshire village of Letchmore Heath, they finally found the place of their dreams, only to be gazumped by the Hare Krishna movement, naming the property Bhakdivadenta Manor (Sanskrit for ‘Ours, all ours’). The Monks took this as a divine message to avoid the property market and thus decided to continue squatting and scrounging off friends, a practise they continue to this day in the West Country.