Having been dogged with sinusitis for the last week, I woke up yesterday wondering if it was a good idea to have committed to not only the volunteer workday at Old Sleningford Farm but also the Wassail in the evening.
Well, I did get a headache and had to go for a sit down a couple of times. I also forgot my wellies, so the smart boots I wear for work got sodden and now I hope they aren’t stained.
Nevertheless, when I look at the photo of the willow bundled up and ready to be taken to the farm for us to turn into headdresses
I remember the satisfaction of working outdoors, the conversation and the pizza in the clay oven. Oh, also, my daughter got to be Wassail Queen again, which meant she got to put toast in the biggest apple tree in the orchard to feed the birds. She was very pleased about that.