As the wolf moon rose with Jupiter at her side, the good folk of Sussex gathered. With blazing torches held aloft, the Bonfire Boys of Lindfield led the raggle taggle procession down the icy dark country lane to where one and all could raise a glass of cider to the new year in front of the fire. We howled at the moon and drove the evil spirits away from the orchard to bring forth a fruitful apple crop. Our work done it was back to the village pub for a top up of cider and the traditonal folk music session.
Another average Saturday night.
Arilx
Love it! xxx
ReplyDeleteLooks like a great party!
ReplyDeleteWassailing? I've clearly missed out on the fun bits of English culture!
ReplyDeleteBet you scared the foxes and badgers!
ReplyDeleteHowling…now that I feel would be quite cathartic!
ReplyDeleteI commented as anonymous without realising it yesterday. I’d love a howl under the moon to be honest…it would let out a lot of emotion…who knows when the storm passes maybe…just maybe! X
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