A Secret Utopia

Hidden on the English east coast is a piece of magic: windswept white gold under limitless sky, lit up at night by shooting stars. But you won’t find it: it’s a secret utopia for locals and visiting seals.

After WW2, it was a campsite for mothers and children; then a hippie hideout until the 90s when some ravers with sound systems stumbled on a new lush scene to free party into the night.

For 25 years, the friends have returned for 6 summer weeks of dance, trance and spirituality, taking their kids and fragments of home – armchairs, sofas, a mantelpiece – to cut loose and set up a brief escape from the binds of millennial hell.