Photos Copyright: Maggie May
The weather was sunny but crisp. There was activity on the local allotment. People were heading there in dribs and drabs, families mostly but older people went too.
What could be driving so many to visit the community orchard on our local district allotment?
Today was Wassailing Day.
An ancient tradition in the south of England that attempts to get the sap rising in the apple trees and encourage them to start to grow. This involved putting toast that had been dipped in cider, on a tree branch. Getting the children to bang on tins to get rid of all the bugs lurking around and pouring last year's cider around the apple trees to get them to produce more apples.
It was mainly aimed at the children and they all seemed to participate in this ancient fun tradition.
I normally go with my granddaughters, however, they now have to go to Japanese School with their mother every Saturday. Other years, Sam has taken part in the Morris Dancing display, but sciatica has prevented him from taking part since last summer. Even though the pain has much improved since he stopped dancing, he didn't feel he could risk starting another flare up of pain.
Still, it was good to catch up with the others who I'd got to know and exchange a few words with them and to watch them dance.
This was perhaps the biggest crowd of people who had attended since the first time that I'd ever witnessed it.
Things change with time and never stay the same.
Last year, I wrote about a similar visit on Wassailing Day.
The allotments (plots of land for growing vegetables and fruits), are good places to snap up scenes with a camera. There are always little nooks and crannies that I find fascinating.
After spending an hour or two in the cold, I was glad of a hot cup of tea when I got home and to toast my cold fingers and toes in front of the gas fire. Then there was the prospect of a Chinese take away that Harry always seems to get on a Saturday (no matter how he is feeling) and a cosy evening in watching TV or reading. Contentment.
Do others take pleasure in doing such basic, maybe boring things?