The Oul Lammas Fair, that is.

And did you treat your respective Mary Anns to some of that sumptious Dulse and Yellow Man??

Thousands thronged the quaint streets of Ballycastle earlier this week, pounding the same route as millions have before them over the course of the popular event's 300-year-plus history.

And one thing was for sure - you wouldn't have went hungry!
The seaside air wasn't filled with the sweet scents of the ocean, gently lapping at the shoreline. Nor of seaweed, salmon or shells.

It was of burgers... and plenty of them! Sizzling smells, produced by home-made barbeques and more sophisticated vans, drifted high into the air, providing the background to this year's Fair.

I trudged around happily. I live in the town and whenever a big event comes to your town you always feel as if you really have to make the effort to get out there and enjoy it. Not that it was hard.

The annual Fun Fair provided folk of all ages, backgrounds and nervous positions to be thrown about at high speeds and even higher locations. I indulged. I admit it. There was one of the rides - the Claw I believe it was called - which I went on twice. I know, sad. But fun.

Then we nearly got a closer look at our recently-devoured dinner on the spinning tea-cup ride which left me wondering if my head was still attached to my body, such was the intensity and downright overtly-spinny nature of the whole damn thing! I'm not sure you're meant to turn white by the end of a ride but we managed it.

But Ballycastle was thriving, the town was alive, there was music on the streets (even with Hugo Duncan in town), and life was good. The weather even played ball, for the most part.

Yes, boys, if it was a burger or a handful of wooden flowers you were after, Ballycastle was your best bet this week.

I'm sure, though, the only thing most people returned home with was a couple of sore feet from trapsing the length and breadth of the town seeing what all the fuss was about.

Same time next year?