Not sure about that, but back in '65 we were woken at some ongodly hour, bundled into a lorry and dropped somewhere in Gloucestershire. We were dropped in twos, with various instructions. Ours was to go to Willie Lott's Cottage, obtain a postcard, and get it signed by one of the staff. First question we asked each other "Who the f**k is Willie Lott?". We were however the first pair back, at 2 the next morning, having learnt a lot about Constable and the kindness of strangers.