Stonehenge free festival history 1976

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"Could that many people gather together today with only minimal communal organisation and such a relatively small amount of trouble but so much pleasure? The question is irrelevant. They would never allow us."

Stonehenge Free festival chronology.

1976. Right ; the stones viewed from the campsite circa 1976 .click to see a large version

Photo © Garry Bodenham

The 3rd Festival in 1976 increased in size to 5000 at its height and although the first day was wet, cold and very windy ,causing havoc to those erecting domes and tents, the following weeks were scorching hot and cool shade was at a premium. At its height the site boasted six stages around the site with one main built stage. This was the price of success as in the centre of the sprawling site at night, a cacophony of music created an unpleasant sound environment as each band polluted the other with their music.

Here & Now, from Bath, played a good set that was now sounding more like Gong than their original generic Hawkwind sound. The festival lasted for 10 days with no real trouble , the highlight being the ceremony of scattering of Phillip Russell/WallyHope’s ashes around the Stones (below left ) . Long hot lazy days and short cool nights repeated each other identically until each day blended into the other as time passed.

Photo courtesy Nigel Ayers © map courtesy Roger Hutchinson

Tepees at the 1976 festival.

Photo © Roger Hutchinson

1976- The Druids congregate at the Stones . Photo © Jezaland

Left:Our old buddies The Maroose and Cec

at Henge 76 with unknown friend.

Above :Henge campsite 76

Photos courtesy Convoy Steve

Candle-lit gathering under the canopy.

© Roger Hutchinson

Stonehenge-1976
       I'm not certain if this was 75 or 76. The weather was fine and we were in the field right next to the stones. I think I rode there by motorcycle and met My Mentor who had arrived by Morris Minor.
       I think this was the first year they had a barbed wire perimeter fence round the stones so you couldn't get close to them. At the solstice sunrise, the druids and attendant photographers did their thing in virtual silence in the middle. Inside the perimeter and evenly spaced round the outside were a ring of poicemen who were clearly part of the ritual. They stood, hands clasped behind their backs gently rocking on their heels. Just outside the wire there was a stage playing music, painted and robed people dancing, and the usual festival scene. A vivid memory was seeing a very tanned and tattooed middle aged man sitting cross legged in the middle of a transparent geodesic dome reading the Guardian.
     That day and the next were spent in a stoned haze lying on my back in the sunshine playing with a stunt kite. There were a lot "things" in the air in those days. And not just my kite.