I guess stories of Llangubi Common,-Tally Valley,-Windsor and Stonehenge free festies, are apropriate in the topic 'Wallies'
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More pics from Llangubi Common.
Hay Ricky,- I'm guessing you're still a woodland creature then. Your face seems strangely familiar but I have to admit that my memory of you hasn't quite clicked in yet. A horse called Tally rings a faint bell in my head, - I do, however, remember the first time someone moved into the woods adjacent to the common. - Was that you? - If so, I remember being very impressed with your set-up, although I might not have shown all that much interest at the time because my main interest was live-in vehicles and caravans.
Having said that I still had a lot of respect for people who were doing it in other ways. I was an occasional visitor to Tally Valley (tipi valley)(about 18 miles from the common but that was considered to be neighbours out there then). - I loved what was going on there. There was a natural barrier to motor vehicles there as I remember. That double-decker bus was the only one there, and that was high up on the edge of the moor. I've forgotten his name for now, but I believe he was the first to buy land from Nab (the man who initially owned the valley). He had to make a track to get the bus there. He was already set up with his bus blocked up and firmly rooted and his patch like a mini-farm, before the tipi crowd started buying land, lower down the valley, from Nab, It wasn't long before the whole valley was owned by various hippy types, mostly tipi dwellers but some benders too. The only other wheeled home low down in the valley was an old style showmans wagon. I think it was Cherry who lived there.
One had to drive over high moorland to get there, then it was only possible to drive so far down towards the valley. After that it was trails through fields that got wider and wider during the muddy season as people without wellies would walk along the edge to avoid the quagmire.
I was walking down there one time when someone pointed out to me that this, dome shaped, bender was in fact a sweat-lodge and just as I was shown the dammed pool in the freezing cold river/stream next to it, where people would quench after a good steam, about eight steaming naked hippies emerged from the sweat-lodge and jumped into the pool. It makes me shiver to think of it, even now.