We gathered in the courtyard and ate and drank,
then processed to the orchard, some carrying flaming torches. I had one :-)
We made a circle around the centre tree and small bonfires and the Morris Men danced and sang, the fires were then lit from our torches and there was more singing and dancing, libations and food were offered to the tree and noises were made to scare away evil influences which might blight the harvest.
Love the Wassailing and thanks for the link to my blog, I've not looked at it for a year but thought seen as I'm so busy I'd start doing it again
ReplyDeleteVery pleased to have found your blog. We share many things in common although we are henless at the moment:( I do miss them so. I would love to share this post on Wassail with my blog readers. Many are from overseas and I think would find this fascinating. How would you feel about this, I am not trying to steal your work!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your poor battery hens. Actually, no longer poor, they have been adopted by a good home.