Showing posts with label wassail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wassail. Show all posts

Monday, 17 December 2012

Here’s to thee, old apple tree…


We are really excited that the fantastic Foodie Bugle has featured our article about wassailing...

Toasting a tree’s good health and banging saucepan lids to ward away evil spirits, it might sound peculiar, but this is the ancient custom of wassailing, and it’s taken quite seriously around here!

Wassailing has been practiced for centuries, the tradition pre-dates Christianity. The word “vas heil” is believed to originate from the Norse language, and translated into the Old English “waes hael“ meaning “good health.”

The custom is mainly celebrated in the cider counties of south east and south west England; Kent, Devon, Somerset, Gloucestershire and Herefordshire to ensure a good harvest the following year. It takes place each year after dark on Old Twelfth Night, which falls on the 17th January, later than we celebrate today.

Traditionally the whole village would take part and would gather with fire lit torches, walking to one or many orchards swinging pitchers of cider, blowing horns and banging saucepan lids noisily to warn away evil spirits and wake the trees from their slumber. The custom varies from village to village but usually a song is performed, such as this example from ‘England In Particular’ by Sue Clifford and Angela King;

Here’s to thee, old apple tree
Whence thou may’st bud and whence though may’st blow,
And whence thou may’st bear apples enow.
Hats full, Caps full, Bushel, Bushel, Bushel Sacks full,
And my pockets full too!
Huzzah!

A king or queen leads the wassail, choosing the orchard’s most bountiful tree and placing in the forked trunk some bread soaked in cider, a gift to the robin, believed to be the guardian of the orchard. Cider, mulled with sugar and cinnamon, ginger and nutmeg spices, is poured over the trees roots to encourage growth, as well as drunk by the revelers, often in specially crafted wassail cups or bowls. In Gloucestershire, it was tradition to drink ‘Lamb’s Wool’ a mixture of hot ale, sugar, roasted apples with cream or eggs floating in it!

“Never to be forgotten, that first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie's burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”
Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee

Nowadays wassailing is making a return to the countryside with local community groups and cider producers reviving this ancient custom. Painswick Community Orchard Group, in Gloucestershire, held their first wassail in 2012 with many curious villagers joining in:

“We founded the group after finding a map of the village dating back to the 1800’s” said Iris McCormick, owner of the local B&B, “It showed how almost every other field was an orchard and we were shocked to realise how few, if any were still here today. It was important to us to bring this wonderful tradition back so that future generations can enjoy it and value our orchard heritage.”

According to a Mintel Oxygen Report (Feb: 2012) cider has seen a 67% increase in sales between 2006 and 2011. This has resulted in growth for local cider producers and seen an increase in small-scale artisan cider producers entering the market. But times are hard, and this year the country suffered the worst harvest for 15 years, with many trees failing to fruit. 

Take part in the Painswick Wassail on Saturday 12th January from 5pm. 

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Wassail...


A procession of fifty people, noisily walked through the village and down to the orchard on Saturday, 21st January for the first Painswick Wassail. The villagers taking part carried lanterns and banged drums to wake the trees up from their winter slumber. In the orchard a large fire roared, whilst the 'Green Man' John Rhodes, wassailed the largest and most bountiful tree in the orchard, toasting it with cider and hanging bread on it's branches. On one of the coldest nights of the year, the mummers arrived and performed a traditional play about St. George and everyone warmed themselves up with a warming stew. 

Monday, 9 January 2012

Coming to an orchard near you...

The Apple Core presents...

WASSAILING

in Painswick

at 6pm, Saturday 14th January 2012

  • Join in a lantern lit procession from The Painswick Centre, at the heart of the village, down Beech Lane to the Orchard. 
  • Wear fancy dress, a woodland animal perhaps and bring drums, whistles, pots and pans to bang and scare away any evil spirits! 
  • There will be a traditional ceremony followed by a mummers play & music
  • Delicious food for sale and sample some of the new seasons cider made by the members of the Painswick Community Orchard Group. 
further enquiries 01453 812879/813779

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Gloucestershire Wassail Song...


Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

Drink to thee, drink to thee, 
With the wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee!

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek!
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef,
And a good piece of beef that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye!
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
A good Christmas pie that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn!
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that may we all see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear!
Pray God send our master a happy New Year,
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee!

And here is to Colly and to her long tail!
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.

Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.

Be here any maids? I suppose here be some; 
Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone! 
Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,  
And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.

Then here's to the maid in the lily-white smock 
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock; 
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin,  
For to let these jolly wassailers in. 

Wassail! Wassail all over the town! 
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; 
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; 
With the wassailing-bowl, we'll drink to thee! 

Drink to thee, drink to thee,  
With the wassailing-bowl we'll drink to thee.