UK Free rock festivals of the 1970s -Rhayader Fayre

Words cant do justice to the deeply beautiful landscape in which the event took place.

I remember a road that split into two, each going along the side of the two large hills that sheltered a valley through which ran a small river. Lots of teepee's, trucks, travelers, camp fires and a communal kitchen, I get flashes of memories, a smallish stage, good music , lots of people dancing, perfect weather.

Jupithers Child photo© Jeza

The polis roust out a haplass freak

If you walked a little way from the small site, following the river, you came across a series of small waterfalls and deep pools. People from the site would wander down , strip off and jump into the pools and bathe, I know about memory and time embellishing actual events but this scene I'm describing really was like an exquisite dream or painting every bit as unspoilt as the river itself .I remember thinking at the time that at least for a few moments/hrs a dream or vision had been turned into a reality- for a while it truly was heaven on earth- yep it happened! that gorgeuos dream we all have/had, that people have dreamt about, ached for, popped into existence. I remember watching people being blown away and being reduced to a state of whimpering gratitude, awe and disbelief. truth is we were all pretty speechless and wondering if we desrved to feel as if we had died and gone to heaven.

All coming back now, a woman i fell in love with, she was a singer in a band and again just so happened to look like a beautiful painting. she came out of nowhere and just started talking, can't recall what she said just that her voice was like music.

The whole event was broken up by the Police on the 3rd? day, they all behaved like gentlemen and human beings, they were polite and courteous to eveyone (bet that surprised ya) though earlier that week a local farmer and policeman had come onto the site and picked up a dog and proceeded to carry it off to the farmers vehicle. The farmers sheep had been worried by a dog from the site, so they picked off the first dog they found and were taking it away to be put down.

I lay in front of the farmers wheels and stopped him moving of someone else opened the side of the landrover and got the dog, he was jumped on by a big fat cop and wrestled to the ground so then a whole load of people jumped on top of the big fat cop and a colourful mound of writhing screaming bodies flayed about, I crawled into the mound of flaying bodies and found the dog with a huge grin on his face, his lead was a bit of string, I took out a little knife and cut the string, I held it for a moment just to contemplate the scene going on around me, then I let the string go- the dog leapt out of the mound of bodies and bounded down the hill. The mound of bodies exploded with joy and we all ran back down the hill whooping and yelling.

I left when the police moved eveybody on, apparently the majority of people there just moved a few miles down the road then carried on with the event :)

Tom