Krumlin Festival - The Yorkshire Folk Blues and Jazz Festival August 1970

Personal memories of Krumlin

My first festival aged 16.

Just wondering if anyone remembers Twink (of the Pretty Things) announcing that their drum kit had been stolen in transit to the gig? He said that they had had to buy a pretty rubbish kit from a local swap shop.

Also for some reason the bikers in the audience seemed to have a grudge against them and were catcalling the band. I was not a fan of The Pretties and thought they were leftovers from the swinging sixties until I saw them and they were really good. Became a fan.

Sometime on Saturday Pink Floyd's name was suddenly missing from the list of bands on the electronic notice board. That was the first indication things were not right. The 'Fogbound in Paris' thing came later.

Just of interest-The movie 'Let it Be' was showing at the local cinema in Halifax at the time (noticed it on the bus home to Keighley).

Craig Maddocks - 2020

I went to this amazing festival with my friend, Anita, when we were just seventeen.

It was fabulous to have a festival in our area with such famous bands. We pitched our somewhat pathetic tent and sat waiting for the music with some Bradford Grammar lads who we vaguely knew.

It took ages to start but we were happy and relaxed in the sunshine. I remember seeing Pentangle, Groundhogs and lots of folk bands. I thought we saw Juicy Lucy but maybe it was Atomic Rooster. I have no recollection of Elton John. I remember Fairport.

We grooved along happily and were devastated when the rain began and got worse and worse. We hunkered down and I remember fleeing to find our tent at about midnight. I believe Sandy Denny was still singing. Our tent was flapping on one pole and two lads in the tent next to us said we could share theirs. They had a proper, well pitched tent that didn't blow away and we huddled there all night. I'm so grateful to them for sheltering us. Can't remember their names but thanks, lads.

We left the site and trudged along the road with everyone else. I don't remember being wet or cold but we were so thankful when my Dad came to pick us up. I think he was looking for us after seeing the news. I wouldn't have missed Krumlin for the world and always been a festival lover, especially Glastonbury and Cropredy.

I've been to a few wet and muddy ones but nothing compares to Krumlin.

Jane Mounsey - 2020

I arrived in my car with friends on the first evening and having parked it up set off down to the arena in the persistent drizzle. On the way we passed some friends sitting around, as one friend talked I started to roll a joint. As I stuck the third rizla together a hand gripped my shoulder and asked what I was doing, seeing his police boots I tried explaining that I was making a big cigarette to save the bother later but it didn't cut the ice. Promptly searched and arrested for my personal weekend stash of cannabis I was marched away, noticing on the way that about every 5 or 10 yards along the perimeter fence there were police with binoculars.

Stuck in a room at the top of an old mill with a few other hapless victims, I wandered over to look out the (very small) window - only to be forcibly dragged back to stop me 'trying to escape' I just had long enough to notice it overlooked at least a hundred feet sheer drop ! So I spent the rest of the weekend in an antiquated Halifax cell (on the positive side it was dry which is more than can be said about the site) and marched before the beak to be fined £10 - now that might not sound a lot but it was 1970 and probably about three times the festival weekend ticket value !!.

Needless to say I would much rather have got wet and enjoyed the music.

Paul Connor - 2019

Me and my mate Gordon were 16 years old living in Liverpool at the time. We decided to go to the festival on our Lambretta scooters (no we weren't mods just scooter fans). All we had with us was a blanket each in case it was cool! I can't remember if the rain came on Friday but whenever it did we each bought those big orange pvc bags that some enterprising bloke was selling, now sold as survival bags for hikers.

I'm pretty sure it was the Saturday night that Gordon just couldn't stand the cold so he went off to a marquee to sleep where there was some warmth from other people. I had somehow managed to get semi-comfortable with my blanket and as far down into the bag as possible so managed to stay out all night. When we got up on the Sunday loads of people had left and it looked like a war zone but I can't remember if the festival had been cancelled at that point. Reading various snippets on the internet would suggest it carried on but alas not for us. We were so cold and miserable that we started up the scooters to warm our hands on the exhaust before heading for home. Needless to say it was raining and this continued all the way home to Liverpool.

We stopped at the first sign of civilisation to get something to eat but not sure where this could have been (Ripponden?). There were no shops open as it was too early, assuming they were going to open, but while waiting in a doorway a young lad came over from a house opposite to say his Mum would give us breakfast. I've no idea who they were or where this was, more's the pity. After breakfast we set off again and by the time we got part way down the East Lancs road we were so wet that we stopped at a restaurant to get some food and warm up (to hell with the cost). They kindly put our parka coats in the boiler room to dry out a bit.

As for the festival itself I still have the programme and it seems I ticked off some of the bands that we saw; Atomic Rooster, Elton John, Groundhogs, Georgie Fame, Fairport Convention, Pentangle, Ralph McTell to name a few. Of course I'm assuming my markings do actually mean that those bands played.

My mate Gordon still has his orange sack in the garage.

Nigel Brock - 2016

My friend Den and I thumbed it to this event on the thursday evening from near Ripon, North Yorkshire. We had no camping gear or change of clothes as we were young (16) and never thought about it! We'd already got advance tickets. I remember we walked through Halifax and remember getting chased by a dog in a church graveyard somewhere. I think the Friday was not too bad on the weather scene and can't remember who appeared. But remember the Humblebums, Elton John, Groundhogs, Atomic Rooster, Fairports, Fotheringay. Alexis Corner, Alan Price I think, Ralph McTell perhaps.

I can't remember when the rain started but I don't think it stopped for a day. I recall acquiring some plastic bags to sleep under - it was not good.

By the Sunday morning after the thunderstorm and destruction of the stage the event was called off!

I don't remember the journey home!

But the music was good!

Martin Hutchinson - 2012

I got there by train with, as usual, no gear at all. Jeans, cloth sandals ('alpargatas' from Spain), an African shirt, a suede Saharan jacket and a Spanish flamenco hat. Nothing to smoke (I planned to buy there) and a couple of acids. Good train ride with some Scottish guys that I labored hard to understand.

When we got there it was cold and raining but, hell, I'm from Belgium so I did not care too much. Certainly the weather was not what gave me bad vibes. Cops did it. Lots of them with dogs and so on. Plenty of bad vibes. So (crazy things one does when young) I swallowed an acid just to keep the coppers to take it from me just in case :-/ Then I observed the consequences of the massive (for me) cop presence. Very little smoke around and lots of booze and drunks. Huge plastic bottles of cider or beer passing around was the "couleur locale" of the festival for me. Not my ball game. So I began vainly to look for some dealer to buy some pot. An annoyance when tripping. But, cool, I found some good Samaritans that invited me.

Weather was shit, the grounds muddy as hell, the sound not that great but groups like Fairport Convention did try really to make a good show and did. They even apologized for what was not their fault. I did not care. I was tripping pretty well despite the weather and even the drunks were in general cool and happy people that helped me make more of the trip and the show. So somebody gave me a plastic, I found a place to sleep relatively dry and warm and I enjoyed the festival quite a bit until it ended as it ended.

So even knowing beforehand how it went, I will do it again, only that I would go more prepared...

That's it. No pictures, no nothing, that's not my style (even now at my age). Good fun it was. Hard but good.

Pedro Godfroid Goffin - Belgium 2010

...we worked for the organisers, Hiland (sic) and Co., clearing the site the week before. It was beautiful sunny weather as I remember and our Andrew was there too being in between jobs at the time. Not quite his thing really, him being a snooty old fashioned Wagner fan, but he set about clearing the field and cutting the high grass down with a dilligence which was much lacking in the other, hippy members of the crew, and he took it badly when none of us got paid afterwards. We must have all got up there of a morning in his car, probably an Austin A35. The first day of the festival I remember only a lot of coming and going, and the weather being still sunny. The tent was pitched on a severe slope in the adjacent field and I remember John H, Alan R, Steven H being involved. You were doing some transport of something, (?), in your Mini, and I didn't see much of you. Was Pauline M involved? And John H told me how you'd knacked your petrol tank in on a rock on the dirt road.

The sequence of events is very vague....

DJ and I did security, which got us a back-stage pass, but being young and shy I didn't go in for much milling with celebrities, (don't know if he did, though I've never heard him say so), although I did manage to be in the urinal at the same time as Alan Price, but couldn't think of a conversation starter, and he was pissed anyway. Everywhere was wet and muddy by now and a lot of folks, having come without tents, were huddled up in the mud in bright yellow plastic bags. Pat and I did stage security through the night with a few other guys, one of whom turned out to be the entrepreneur who'd come with a van-load of the plastic bags. There was a heated discussion between him and a longhair as he defended free-market values against the latter's assertion that the bags should have been distributed free.

At some stage I too ended up in that tent on the hillside which you remember. There was a real stream flowing through it and everybody got soaked.

Music. Elton John, Sandy Denny and Fotheringay, Atomic Rooster, Grounghogs, Fairport Convention, Alexis Corner, Pretty Things, Humble Bums, Alan Price.... can't remember any more at the moment. Also can't remember how it ended, or how people realised it had been called off....Pat had been doing gate security and got to know about the organiser scarpering first, and I found out from him.

The rest is history. Well, not quite.

Alastair MacDonald - Switzerland 2002

Been scrutinising my memories of Krumlin and they're rather sketchy - sleeping in someone's tent pitched on a steep hill, being on the gate when the plain clothes police walked in flashing their ID, the dj getting arrested for saying 'watch out for the pigs' or something similar, Elton John in his now-familiar kicking-the-piano-stool-over mode, Atomic Rooster playing, er.. that's about it. And it got rained off - didn't it? and did one of the organisers go missing?

Rob Walsh - Bradford, England 2002

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