Mr and Master bus arrived in the hamlet that is Bradley, just outside Winchester for the first sunny weekend of the year, and set to work.
And when the bar was set up, the tub filled, and warm, and the crew quarters built, as the first few punters arrived, it began.
Joined by Miss Bus, cousin Simon, and the plastic dinosaur loving Nettie, the weekend flew by. With impromptu sets from Mach V, he of Echasketch visual joy, the afore-mentioned Nettie and others, as well as programmed DJs, and the Bus became a haven for ravers, especially those for whom the melodic sounds of Laura Marling were not a viable attraction.
The cocktails – notably Baldheads Apple Mojito – and the prosecco poured. The Mumfords, their sons, and many others joined us, and we christened the tub (no – not in that way!). Sombreros were worn. Large yellow sleeping bags ran around the campsite. The sun shone. The sun set. Finally, we were on a bus, making friends. In a field.
And it was bliss.