It was champagne a go-go as Shambush! doled out the booze and top tips on how to pick out the perfect husband.
We frequented the village hall – complete with WW2 machine gun, played with the local horses, pegged up our under-garments and dusted off those dirty revellers.
It was a picturesque and quintessentially English affair complete with summer drizzle, bunting and tents supplied by the Boys Brigade. What more could you ask for from a weekend in the country?