As we slip into Autumn it’s nice to remember just how peachy a summer it’s been. Not since the drought of ’77 have we seen so much sunshine and so little rain. That year also saw the Rainbow Gathering, which began in the US in ’71, come to the Old Hall community in Essex. I remember not quite knowing what to make of it, but this time around it made more sense.
August saw this colourful tribe come together near the mouth of the river Avon for a week of workshops, singing, yoga, healing, starry nights, drumming, naked dancing around the fire, top-notch DIY bathroom facilities, men opening their hearts to each other and just hanging out. Suffice to say it was a rich experience and recharged a few batteries, which over 40 years or so had become a bit flat. It’s nice to think that some of the folk pictured here might also have been there back in the day.