… and is sung round the town to get everyone (who isn’t already up – exciting times) awake and celebrating. This day is HUGE in Padstow and whilst the streets are packed it is amazingly uncommercial – just a wonderful celebration of summer.
This music is played continuously throughout the day and there is much spontaneous dancing in the streets.
This is the red ‘oss (‘obby ‘oss, of course, means hobby horse but as you can see there is no resemblance) which is the traditional old ‘oss, there is also a blue peace ‘oss who came into being after the First World War.
Beware of getting too close to the ‘oss because if he catches you under his skirts you will be pregnant within the year (I am not sure in these days of equality and PC if this also applies to boys) – fair enough this is a fertility rite!
That’s enough about ‘obby ‘osses.
Carol and I followed the red ‘oss for a while, sometimes it must get tired because occasionally the singers change pace, sing a slow song and the ‘oss slumps into a little sleep on the ground for a few minutes – roused by a hearty shout.
Here we sat out in the sun eating crab sarnies, gorgeous homemade chocky cake and drinking some refreshing bevvies.
On the way back through the woods I picked wild garlic and it is my intention this year to make Wild Garlic Butter which I shall then use in a variety of ways.
~ I have a red nose.
~ They must love a party in Padstow, I see that it was a year ago today that I saw my first Christmas advert.