Well, friends, the time has come—thanks to that daft Andy Brockhouse and his muddling of the housing deeds, we find ourselves with no choice but to pack up and leave our beloved homes. But before we do, let’s make some more memories in true Hobbit fashion. Join us for a merry pony parade, where we'll ride through the well-worn paths of the Shire, gathering in Buckland for one last *merry* celebration before the moves. This is no mere farewell, 'tis a tribute to our hearths, friendships forged, the dear friends we’ve lost along the way, in light of the move we must now make. So bring your finest pony, don your best hat, and come along as we parade in cheerful defiance of change—and perhaps cause a little merry mischief as well! Though we may not end up in the same places, we still have our memories and each other's good company to share in.

When we reach Buckland, we will sup on the local catches from the Brandywine, share a few farewell tunes, and reminisce on the years gone by—both the happenings that made us laugh and the friends who have left us too soon. 

If you have something you would like to share on the night—be it a memory, a tribute to someone gone, some tunes, a tale, or something else—do let Demelsa know.