Strawberry Fields Music Festival

Strawberry Fields Music Festival, were a series of large outdoor events in New Zealand, featuring music as the central theme. They ran in 1993, 1994, 1995 for 1 day, at farms at Te Uku, 30 kilometres west of Hamilton, near Raglan, and at Queenstown.

Strawberry Fields Management also ran other festivals, such as: The 'Raglan Blues & Roots Festival' April 2001

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