Thousands of people turned up, and for over two weeks the authorities were unable to stop the festivities. Wood-fires, tents and tepees, free food stalls, stages and bands, music and magic. Flags flew and kites soared. Naked children played in the woodlands, miniature Robin Hoods celebrating their material poverty. Old bearded men squatted on tree stumps muttering prayers to their personal gods. Small groups of people tended puffing fires upon which saucepans bubbled and bread baked, the many rich smells blending across the warm air. Everywhere there was singing and dancing. Indian flutes wove strange patterns of sound around the ever-present bird song. The beat of drums echoed the hollow thud of axe of wood. Old friends met knew, hands touched, bodies entwined, minds expanded and, in one tiny spot on our earth, love and peace had become a reality.
Rimbaud/Hippies
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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