Due to the recent continuous deluge, it was decided that this year the Giddings Wassail celebrations would be run in a slightly different format.
Avoiding the mud
This not only prevented participants from being sucked into the cold and unwelcoming mud of the Jubilee Wood and the allotments, but also meant we could all keep relatively upright in the warmth of the village hall. It all depended on how much mulled cider you had of course.
A car park wassail
Refreshments including homemade nibbles, and beer and cider went down very well and we finally remembered to berate one of the crab apple trees in the car park which should bring us all a plentiful supply of jam next year even if we don’t get any eating apples.
The Giddings Bard
The highlights of the evening included another very eloquent poem from the Giddings Bard, our very own Paul Burgess, who was able to make us smile and nod our heads at the memories of 2012 and that took some doing!
It was amazing to see how quickly recipients of a table tennis bat took to the challenge and almost as quickly remembered the excesses of Christmas as they staggered back to their seats for some light refreshments and bottled oxygen.
Could the Wassail evening encourage the return of the table tennis club we wonder????
Sue Jarvis, January 2013