In all truth, there were too many rigs for the size of the party, or at least the size of the venue. The result was Munt went in the field at the top and Panik in the car-park at the bottom.

By 2.00am everyone's up and running, the little road is jammed solid as far as I can see into the distance and people are turning up with stories of the plod going mental as they try and cope with the mayhem which has suddenly descended On their patch.

Seems the boy racers had been having fun as well, resulting in a nasty smash and one car (a Corsa poor thing) on its roof. Best the plod could do about us was to close our road off and warn people coming down that there was a load of ravers occupying the picnic area.

This is a free party so of course there's a fair few travellers, as well as munters out from the big city (Swansea mostly) . Finding a way for this culture to exist alongside "normal" society isn't going to be easy, indeed I doubt its possible. So it works like this, everyone turns up en mass

and occupies the area without asking or warning. The law, after all, has made it impossible to organise these events legally, so this is the result.

Parties are noisy and this was no exception, the music isn't often the fluffy trance or hard house style at free parties, it's closer to the brain drilling head bang of the London squats, but perhaps not quite as intense to the trained ear.

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