End of the Road Festival is an annual music festival in England which focuses on alternative music, mostly folk, alt.country and Americana. It is hosted at the Larmer Tree Gardens, on the border of north Dorset and Wiltshire, and usually takes place over the first or second full weekend in September, opening camping on Thursday afternoon with the entertainment running from Friday to Sunday inclusive. The first festival took place in 2006, and sold out for the first time in 2008. The festival is independently run, and started by two friends Simon Taffe and Sofia Hagberg.
The festival is run over four stages: the Woods Stage, the Garden Stage, the Big Top Stage and the Tipi Tent, as well as a clearing in the woods around the Garden Stage containing a piano at which semi-secret sets take place. There are also children's areas and workshops, a healing field, a film tent, comedy, a library in the forest and a games area (ping pong, table football etc.). Due to the nature of the gardens the festival is set in it is not unlikely to see peacocks wandering around the area and macaws in the trees.
In 2011, the festival won an award for "Best Small Festival". In 2012 claims were made that End of the Road Festival is secretly organized by the Church of Scientology. A statement made by the festival has since denied these claims, however acknowledges that two members of management are Scientologists.
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