It's Plymouth Morris Men's 40th bash this coming weekend and us Wreckers, along with I don't know how many morris sides, are going to to be descending upon Looe to dance the afternoon away and probably slurp some ale into the bargain on Saturday 18th.
That's this coming Saturday, folks.
Here are the salty old dogs themselves in action and waving their weapons during the Wreckers' own anniversary bash last month - Happy Birthday, boys.
Does this sound as if I know more than is decent about hostelries in Looe? Ah, well - what can I say?
Anyway - The High Lord of Southwick (below) is going to be in attendance and will arriving upon his mighty steed at the portals of Millbrooker Towers on Friday in the post meridian in order that he might hear his musical gift being thrashed into submission by yours truly around the streets at the mouth of the Looe Valley.
The exact location(s) are also a mystery to me at the moment - if you fancy coming along you shouldn't have too much problem finding us; Looe's a small enough town and if there's a bunch of people in morris outfits skipping about to melodeon music, that'll be us.
Fingers crossed for decent, or at least dry, weather; morris in the wet can be hard work.