So EmmCee and I enjoy doing things that are “different” just for the fun trying something new and Wassailing seemd to fit the bill. We have watched the like of Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall and others Wassail orchards. We have our own modest little orchard and have made our own cider from it. So a little Wassialing seemed like a great activity for the weekend. And one in which I was sure the Monsters would be happy to take part.
So EmCee, A-Bomb, the Terminator and I put on our silliest hats, picked some pans and wooden spoons and headed for the garden. My basic plan was to walk around shouting “Wassail” and bang the pots. The Monsters thought this was fantastic fun. I read a few lines of old Wassailing rhymes and generally made a tit of myself. Once again to the general approval of the Monsters.
The next stage was to soak some toast in cider. In this case utterly dreadful home made cider from last year. Her’s hoping this years batch is better. And hang it from the branches of Old Man Apple tree, the oldest tree in the orchard.
Normally Wassialing involves drinking Wassail from the Wassail Cup. EmmCee is no cider fan and the Monsters have another decade to go before they start drinking. So I decided to postpone this tradition until later in the evening.