It’s 10am on a sunny Sunday in Wales. We’re sitting cross-legged on a lawn outside a mansion listening intently to the weekend’s unofficial survey.

‘If you could get Alex to do anything right now, what would it be?’ The person being quizzed has no idea who Alex is. But it doesn't matter.

They’ve spent the last two days in and amongst a small crowd, in a big house. So has Alex. Whether they’ve run into each other or not, by this point they might as well be old friends.

Needless to say it’s not your average festival scene. But then it’s not really your average festival. Arguably, it’s not even a festival at all.

Our journey- scheduled as three and a half hours- had lasted around a quarter of a day. It might have been the Little Chef stop off, but it felt more like it was the driving, confused, back and forth across the Welsh border trying to find the venue that added the extra hours. Whatever the case it was a relief to finally find Baskerville Hall at all, but not least because memories of our last lost weekend there hadn’t been wrong.

The fallen grandeur of Freerotation’s established home is something of a gem in itself. A neo-gothic marvel in the rural idyll of Clyro, the imposing double staircase and mezzanine level in the entrance hall are as stunning as the view at 3pm across the surrounding hills. Suffice to say this is far from where you might expect to find a three-day techno ho-down going on, but then that’s all part of the idea.

With our bearings well and truly found, the bang of kick drums and the hiss of balloons hanging in the air things finally got going, making it clear the direction we were heading in. Drilling, four to the floor rhythms may not be everyone’s cup of tea for a triple-header, but the fashionista-cum-free party attendees that made up the ticket holders were, in the majority, far from complaining.

Musical range to one side, it’s not hard to understand such satisfaction. The main room was pouring with smoke for much of the weekend, similarly the baking hot air in the second room- resembling a large lounge overlooking the grounds- hung heavy with sweat. Both are usually testament to a quality party.

2010’s new arrival was a dedicated outdoor tent, which provided grooves in welcome contrast to the seriousness of the indoor soundtrack. Highlights included Tom Ellis’ innovative afternoon live set- cowbells, guitars and all; Tom Demac’s chuggy tech as things wound down on the Sunday night and the strolling house music of Saturday’s late evening warm ups, when things rarely altered from a sound synonymous with summertime garden parties.