According to Oli, Pepperbox Person, this party took place the week after the last Pepperbox party.
Here’s an excerpt from Harry Harrison’s Dreaming in Yellow:
There were many roads that led to Castlemorton and this was the start of one of them. Coming only a few weeks after the last Pepperbox party, the next late-night trip down south would be to another bucolic-sounding spot named Barton Stacey, Hampshire, or more accurately, a disused Second World War airfield nearby. This would prove to be a classic early free party: minimal gear and a small system, one strip of lights, a wonky table on the airfield with no cover in the event of rain; a basic and very mobile acid house party which could be packed and spirited away in minutes if the authorities showed up. Fortunately, they didn’t and the party went on well into the gloriously sunny Sunday morning, the sun being so hot that Simon’s [DK] records began to melt.
My abiding memory of that party was at dawn when a traveller named Critter suddenly pulled onto the airfield in his massive old fire engine, driving towards the party with klaxons going and speakers on his roof belting out house music, for all the world like a rural English incarnation of scene from Apocalypse Now. Totally lawless, inspirational and very funny, all the ingredients of those halcyon days encapsulated together.
Harry Harrison, Dreaming in Yellow. Velocity Press, 2022, p.108-109.
And here are some comments from someone who was involved in organising this and the Pepperbox events:
Using my own vans to pickup the lighting system from a local company called”Stage Craft”, generator from myself, decks from”Hammy”,who I believe also found the site, really quite a low key event with no tent, arrived at about 17-00, Saturday set up and ran through to Sunday afternoon,M,O,D, police arrived around 8-30Sunday,had a quick look around,then left without saying a word (respect to them),,, a one night event with no-one on site,and no stage,dissused R,A,F base, which is why the M,O,D, police arrived,,,
And here are some memories from an anonymous raver:
A massive convoy left from the Pheasant Inn in Salisbury around 11.30 – 12 midnight, it was at least 2-3 miles long by the time it got to the A303 near Andover. It was an awesome night……We had ‘Laughing Buddha’s’ (phew) they were mental, we were so messy and confused by the morning, we couldn’t even get off the basic square shaped airfield, we got lost near the entrance in a bushy area doing about 3 mph in a yellow ford cortina :D. – By the time we eventually got to the dual carriage-way junction (A303) after what seemed like 2 hours and only about 20 yards from the airfield entrance, the poor driver was too scared to cross it to turn right/west (the bridge crossing was not there then) we went the other way/east until we found a roundabout or something to get to the west carriageway!
Were you there? What was it like? I’d love to hear more, as would our readers!
The July or August People From Pepperbox party is here, August’s PFP Total Recall party is here, and here is the post for their Ley Line Lunatics do.
UK Free Parties and Free Festivals 1988-1994 
As Oli says it was the week after the last party at Pepperbox. If i remember correctly there were flyers handed out at the last Pepperbox party advertising the next week’s party at Pepperbox. These ended up all over the country, Liverpool, Nottingham, Manchester and so on. We kept saying the party would be at Pepperbox and apparently there were announcements on Radio One saying that there would be no party at Pepperbox.
We kept up the pretence that the party would be going ahead at Pepperbox. On the night of the party we heard that the police had blocked the entrance to Pepperbox, so myself and Stevie loaded Freddie my dog into his Land Rover and took a spin up to Pepperbox. Sure enough there was a large police presence blocking the entrance. I asked why we couldn’t walk my dog there and a top plod poked his head in the window of the Landie and said “I know exactly who you are and you and nobody else will be getting in here tonight.”
As we drove back down the A36 towards Salisbury Stevie had an idea. We took the right to West Dean. Pepperbox is actually on Dean Hill and there is a drove that is no more than a farmer’s track that goes from West dean back to the A36. The Landie made light work of the drove and 3 miles later we pulled up behind the police road block and Stevie honked the horn. I wound down the window and asked can we get out, please? The top plod’s jaw hit the ground, the police had to move several vehicles to let us out. This has to be my favourite memory from these days.
Back to Barton Stacey….. the idea was for Oli to lead a convoy up from Bournemouth and Hammy and I would lead the convoy from the Pheasant Inn which was on the border of Wiltshire and Hampshire. The Pheasant Inn convoy just nipped over the border into Hampshire and was at Barton Stacy in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately Oli’s blat wasn’t as easy and the Dorset police manage to break up his convoy and many of ravers the never made it to the party. A real shame as this party should have been huge.
The party went off without a hitch and I’d like to thank Harry for reminding about Critter and his fire engine antics, brilliant!