Last years harvest is consumed.
A old re-enactment friend turned up to see what was going on, and then dashed home to get his musket to frighten off evil spirits that might be lurking in the orchard
The new trees are honoured with the Wassail Toast
The libation continues (the chap on the far left is my old music teacher and a druid!)
The old trees are thanked as well
A gathering of good people of all ages
Here we come a Wassailing
among the leaves so green
Here we come a wandering so fair to be seen...