Mourning a bygone age

Yesterday we went with the kids to a Wood Fair --- set in a big Country Park with lots of stalls selling wood-related stuff and jugglers, sculpture, painting etc etc.

In this part of Suffolk and Essex there was always a tradition of real hippy fairs in the 70s and 80s. There was Rougham Tree Fair, the Rainbow Fair in Deham Vale and others too and we always went. There was still the essence of 60s hippydom around with lots of little children running naked, long hair, the smell of dope in the air, wierd dancing, funky old vans and coaches painted in lurid colours and patterns, dogs running about and food stalls where everything seemed to contain beans and onions, soya or dates.

What was interesting yesterday was that this event was based on that model. Indeed the organiser, who is well known in these-here parts, has been a part of this Fair tradition for nearly as long as the Green Man himself has been about. Except, except it's all been tidied up and cleaned up and commercialised and refined. Now, there are still caravans in bright colours but they're professionally restored gypsy 'caras' and the people 'living' in them seem to be playing a role rather than being who they are. (They actually just stay in them while you're there and go in their Motor Homes for the night and then return to a proper house when the event is over). There are still stalls but instead of freely creative, unusual stuff there's 'nice' garden furniture at incredible prices. There were wonderful scupltures for anyone to enjoy but only two and the rest were for sale from £250 up.

Even the food caters more for the 'new' visitors who come now. They arrived in 4x4s, Land Rovers, Audis and some came with lovely Cath Kidson picnic sets and Lakeland accessories. Instead of mung bean stew, alfalfa on rye , there's a selection of 'scrummy' cakes made from organic ingredients that look like something from a Delia or Jane Asher shoot and each slice is £3 or more.

I'm probably old and grumpy, cynical and jaded but the refining of the original events seems sad to me. The air of freedom and spontaneity has gone. The feeling of sharing and companionship and people being themselves has gone. Instead we're left with a dumbed down version of the past where the sole reason is to make money and to tailor the whole thing so it cannot be offensive to anyone. Although it was a lovely day, lovely weather, lovely setting it was all homogenised and I could have been at any other lovely event: rather like the way that every town centre now looks the same and any originality or flair has been ironed out.