It went more than well - it was amazing! We had, at a very rough head count, over 50 people (including lots of children) in the Village Hall for the lantern making workshop, and about double that number at the Wassail celebration itself.
We learned a lot about lanterns (you'll have to excuse the alliteration, folks, I am on a poetry writing course and it's getting to me!) and we also learned that glittery little stars look beautiful and get absolutely everywhere - we had a lot of sweeping up to do. I also realised that I am not cut out for a career as a pyrotechnician; I was lightng tealights to glow out from paper bags, one by each apple tree - I managed to set light to the bag four times.
I am sure that everyone who turned up enjoyed it; everywhere I looked in the dusk I could see smiling faces and hear hearty singing of the Cambridge Wassail song. It was like going back in time, or at least reaching out from the present to the past, awaking an old folk memory.
We learned a lot about lanterns (you'll have to excuse the alliteration, folks, I am on a poetry writing course and it's getting to me!) and we also learned that glittery little stars look beautiful and get absolutely everywhere - we had a lot of sweeping up to do. I also realised that I am not cut out for a career as a pyrotechnician; I was lightng tealights to glow out from paper bags, one by each apple tree - I managed to set light to the bag four times.
I am sure that everyone who turned up enjoyed it; everywhere I looked in the dusk I could see smiling faces and hear hearty singing of the Cambridge Wassail song. It was like going back in time, or at least reaching out from the present to the past, awaking an old folk memory.