The blue bus is calling us…

The Blue Bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us.  The Glastonbury cider bus has always been there as far as I can recall.  I remember my first encounter with it in 1990.  A small patrol of boozy bikers were rolling around spilling their pints of Barrow Hill next to where my mate Fraser and I were camped. Must try that, I thought.  My first sip of the medium cider was revelatory.  Cider till that moment for me was the cheap mass produced blandness that was alway on special offer at the student union.  

This cider was different. Apples. It had taste and body and all the attribute that wine tasters emote about their booze of choice. 

But the cider bus means more than just a tasty pint.  It anchors the festival into place, into the history, tradition and soil of the valley and the county of Somerset.  Its the heart of the festival beating away at its centre.  More important than whatever happens on the Pyramid stage.