Fortunately, we had nothing planned so this wasn't a problem, until Dave decided (at 11am) that we should visit Brandon Marsh. With no other fixed ideas for the day, we slowly mustered and off we went.
The first inkling we had that an event was on, came as we drove into the car park. Signs indicated the overflow car park was open and as we made our way down the driveway, cars were everywhere. After creeping slowly, carefully around the crowded car park and back up the drive, we duly parked next door as Dave remarked he could hear drumming. We pondered if there were Morris dancers on site, noting it was late for a Wassail as they normally happen in early January.
Once inside, the music, shouting and jingling of bells confirmed that yes indeed, we had accidentally walked in on a Wassail.
Naturally, we made the most of it!
|Morris dancing may traditionally be the preserve of men, but these days troupes include women.|
|Lots of women, including at least two women only troupes.|
|I loved these guys' hats.|
|M gets to grips with Sticking.|
|Daddy decides to stand back.|
We danced, we sang. We dipped toast in cider.
|An offering to the apple trees - toast dipped in cider.|
|Lots of toast was hung on trees.|
Festivities over, we continued with our planned walk.
|Puddles and lots of mud.|