On the 6th September in the year of our Lord 1620, from the relative safety of Plymouth Sound, aboard the holy (literally) ship The Mayflower, The Pilgrim Fathers left these craggy, hostile shores.
After a couple of aborted attempts the oft-persecuted chosen ones were embarking on a voyage to find a land to call their own.
And so began an exodus, the results of which still resonate across continents and moose herds today.
In the hour of our Lord 16.55 this Saturday, after a couple of equally flawed false starts, Norwich City set sail on an equally arduous trip towards the promised land with the wind of victory now filling their sails.
Waving farewell to those stout souls who had gathered to wish them well, the brave men, and woman masseur, disappeared from view for the final time?. Err?until Wednesday that is!
Is this the turning point we have craved for so long? Is this where we begin the new phase in Norwich history? Will we look back in years to come and nod sagely at the mere mention of Home Park?
'Yes, son, indeed. We never looked back form that moment…. The scribes blew the dust from the Norwich City history books on that day, and so began a new and glorious chapter in our club's history.
It would be nice, just for once, for one of these games to prove to be genuinely that? a turning point. A 4-2 at Highbury sort of turning point rather than a 0-1 at Forest one!
Should it be that one was passed on Saturday, only the most worthy of our brethren will have witnessed it, and few would begrudge them that. We feckless lightweights who decided travelling 1278 miles in one day (Matt usually navigates!) to watch City was beyond the call of duty, will have to relive the day vicariously!
Beating a pretty average? actually make that scurvy ridden? Plymouth side should not be reason for punching the air with quite the elation that Stan did on Saturday, but something is genuinely changing.
The arrival of Sibierski has suddenly given the team a quality and balance that it has been missing for many a season.
Stan now looks down the team sheet and sees the sort of side that he used to dread see emerging from the away dressing room at Carrow Road. Look at some of the names there and imagine if it was Reading rolling into town with a team containing Lupoli, Hoolahan, Stefanovic, Bertrand, Kennedy, Marshall and Sibierski.
Now imagine that little lot lining up against a City team containing Brellier, Murray, Strihavka et al?. Get the point? We really have come a long, long way. It's now about turning that undoubted talent into a solid and clinical unit that doesn't go all Molineaux on us when the going gets tough.
There's undoubtedly the talent in the squad for us to scale the heights, whether we'll have the heart is another, although there have been positive signs that this side has some steel to it.
The Cardiff comeback, the resoluteness in responding to an unjustly leading Birmingham and the breaking of the Home Park hoodoo all point towards a team that will only grow in togetherness and spirit as the chill of Autumn descends.
The sorry/hilarious (delete as appropriate) saga at St James goes to show how a whole club can spin wildly towards the abyss once off-field antics start to dominate. City are going to need big characters in abundance up at Colney in the weeks and months ahead as off-field distractions are likely to abound.
Saturday's victory gave Stan hope than we can ride out the choppy waters of the journey ahead. Indeed it would be wonderful to do it with some style too because should, as seems inevitable, Delia hands over the frying-pan in the near future it would be fitting and richly deserved if she does it with the club on the rise.
Mike Ashley and his unpleasant little side-kick deserve to be run out of town whilst the team implode. Delia deserves to leave to a standing ovation with the team playing a style and quality of football befitting our great club and the team that Roeder has assembled has very real potential to do just that.
So, on we go. On towards the promised land with Captain Glenn at the helm, our sails full and our hardy crew as one?.. Splice the main brace, Mr Doncaster.
Let's just hope there's no weevils in the biscuits!