The photos displayed by my friends and I were a warm blanket as we re-entered the real world. The initial memories were ones of a struggle to continue to party, the magnified sun rays burned backs, whilst Pendel Hill loomed, the silent monolith of Beat-Herder.
A local festival for me, to have been surrounded by those that I have grown up with consolidated my love for humanity. Despite our society being structured to fit us into our separate groups, at Beat-Herder, everyone was their own individual and we rejoiced at seeing them be themselves.
Dub Pistols told me that Beat-Herder is the perfect size, small enough to maintain autonomy, but still big enough to attract a host of different acts. The music varied from: Kettema B2B DJ Haus, Phibes and Sister Sledge. This eclectic mix allowed fun for all, our titles were stripped, and we became members of Beat-Herder.
Outside, we have our own responsibilities, but in there our goal was collective. Time is suspended at Beat-Herder. No matter if it’s light or dark, there is a crowd waiting to welcome you into their party. Submerge yourself into different worlds – until the music is switched off at 11:30 on Sunday evening.
Time is suspended at Beat-Herder.
Every silver lining has its cloud. When the weekend came to a close, the mood changed. The normal world was fast approaching- “It was a stark return to reality” claimed festival goer Luke Cryer. Tensions were high as our car queued to leave. Stewards were subject to a tirade of abuse from those that couldn’t accept that they were going to have to wait another year. At the time I reasoned to myself that this was to be expected, the abusers weren’t bad people, they had been given a glimpse of how life could be lived, we blinked and now it’s over. But then, the pictures emerged of the amount of waste left by festival goers, leaving a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. This destroyed my earlier memories of Beat-Herder. Were these the same people that I had met a few days ago? But as university draws nearer, I have realised that despite us all being festival goers, we are still humans, who can be well intentioned, but often do the wrong thing. We can do better next year.
Last modified: 8th June 2020