WHO knows when Turf Moor will experience another Saturday afternoon atmosphere like the one just gone?
It was a few hours which felt strangely out of kilter with the high-octane, high-stakes dramas which were about to be played out at most other football grounds throughout the Championship.
As tens of thousands of fans were enduring exquisite agonies elsewhere, the claret and blue hordes were as relaxed as you like.
It’s unlikely to be like this when Liverpool, Manchester City and Chelsea pitch up next term.
With Premier League football already secured and the tensions of the last few weeks ebbing away, Turf Moor was in the mood for celebration: celebration and commemoration, actually, with Sean Dyche’s men sporting replica shirts of those worn by the club’s FA Cup winning heroes 100 years ago.
This was a nice touch from the club – showing pride in its illustrious past while moving forward into a bright future.
Not in quite such celebratory mood were the Ipswich fans who had made the long journey north.
Needing to gatecrash Burnley’s shindig to keep their own top-flight dreams alive, the Tractor Boys (and Girls) huddled nervously in the corner; an awkward guest at a party.
The laid-back atmosphere did not transmit itself to the players. With the job done and dusted, some might have thought, expected even, that the team would take their foot off the gas a little. But that would be to misunderstand the nature of this squad.
At no point was the impression given or received that Sean Dyche’s men were just phoning it in, never more so than when clever work from Danny Ings led to Michael Kightly’s third goal in as many games. Ipswich had no response. Few have had this season.
The realities of life among the elite will, doubtless, intrude in a few months’ time.
But for now, it was enough to bask in the sunshine and the glory.