IT’S really nice down in the West Country at this time of year, or at least it was for myself and around 1,700 Clarets who made the trip to Yeovil on Saturday afternoon.

We just chanced upon the best day in many weeks as the sun shone brightly on a packed open end.

Yet another stunning goal out of nothing opened the scoring, when Danny Ings slammed a cannonball shot into the back of the net.

Sam Vokes celebrated the signing of a new contract by finishing off a perfect cross from the alert Dean Marney, who had intercepted a stray pass from The Glovers.

The last 10 minutes was a bit of a ‘harem scarem’ finale as Yeovil pressed for a point after pulling a goal back, but Burnley held out to take the maximum reward, which they really needed to if they are to progress.

Being our inaugural visit to Huish Park we had decided to commemorate the occasion in style.

Myself, village mate Pete Read, Brierfield Claret ‘plain John Smith’, and Walsden based devotee Nigel Stanidge had boarded our travel coach at 9am on Friday.

Our so-called three-night ‘cosy break’ was at the Wessex Hotel in the village of Street, Somerset, which was just 10 miles from our matchday destination of Yeovil.

With half-board accommodation, nightly entertainment and a couple of excursions thrown in it dovetailed perfectly with our celebration of watching Burnley play on a new ground.

However, there was a drawback as the remaining 38 passengers gave the impression that they were only there to spend their winter fuel allowance on nothing more than rest and recuperation and not rock and roll.

On that basis, we all gave the Sunday afternoon tea dance the swerve, much to the dismay of Smithy, who had claimed to have perfected his foxtrot after watching the DVD box set compilation of Strictly Come Dancing for the past week.

He cheered up a bit at the night time disco and fancy dress, when me and Pete made a dramatic entrance as Batman and Robin in classic Del Boy and Rodney fashion.

Then we all took to the dancefloor.

We won’t forget our weekend away in Somerset, and somehow I don’t think Somerset will forget us!