When lack of power is a wonderful thing
It was an honour and a privilege to attend a fellow Scout leaders Wassail evening the other night.
We paraded up and down their orchard (in Henleaze mind you) chanting huzzah and making as much noise as possible to drive away those pesky bad spirits, so the fruit on the trees grow, well, fruitfully. Huzzah is a very much underused phrase I feel.
To add special effect to the occasion they had even organised with the electricity company to have a number of power cuts part way through! Out came the candles, away went the candles, out came the candles again. Until such time that I left the truly atmospheric party.
A wonderful evening, huzzah!



