The calm starry evening came alive at 6pm as a procession of over 250
people carrying flaming torches wound its way from the Limpsfield British
Legion across the golf course and through the woods into the Orchard. By the light of the enormous bonfire Wassail
Captain Andrew Claringbull addressed the “King” tree with the traditional
wassail verse and offered up a libation of bread, salt and cider so that all
the apple and pear trees might offer us a good harvest in their turn. Shouts of
Huzzar and Waes Hael were
accompanied by a huge crescendo of drums,
whistles, tambourines and rattles from every side, thus driving away the
evil spirits as the wassail bowl of steaming mulled cider was passed around.
The wassail address
Stand fast twig, beat well top, God send ye a yowling crop
Every twig Apples big, Every bough Apples enow
Hats full, Caps full, Half bushel bags full
And a little heap under the stairs!
HUZZAR