A few hardy souls braved a cold Northeasterly wind for the 2019 Adstockistan wassail (as well as pagan Ros’s bithrday), but numbers were down due to a bout of flu and possibly the thought of standing around a bleak orchard in a biting wind. For those that made it, it was a great event even though the Owlswick Morris dancers were unable to come.
This year, it was decided to stay up in the orchard after the event and drink the mulled cider around a nice warm fire that did a fantastic job of keeping the winter chills away, and the chat didn’t stop until the last drop of booze was drunk.
Thank you to all that turned up to ward off the evil spirits, especially to Farokh for providing the cider, the choir for the helping us non musical folk find our voices (and for “Don’t sit under the Apple Tree” after) and of course to Ros for her enthusiasm for the event and for being able to pronounce Badakhshan at last!! oh, and happy birthday!!
