A Kinrowan Estate story: May Day

Or, more precisely, “May Day at the Estate,” which is just a few days away. So what’s planned for this very special day? Well, if past years are any clue, this is the way it goes:

I lead off the day with music just after dawn in the courtyard. Chasing Fireflies, consisting of a violinist (Catherine, Iain’s wife), smallpiper (Finch, my associate Pub manager), and a percussionist (there’s a visiting muso who plays in some Scottish trad band), will provide the music.

Iain will give a (hopefully) brief speech on the importance of May Day. We’ll then have a dance around the May Pole with both lads and the lasses, human and elvin alike, dressed in their best finery. Well, their finest Ren Faire style finery.  It’s quite a sight (and sound as well), though between you and me I think that it does get more than just a bit silly.

Then we’ll all head back to  Kinrowan Hall for a breakfast. Mrs. Ware and her staff prepare blueberry waffles, smoked bacon and Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee (don’t ask how much that costs). Oh, and maple syrup, of course, for the waffles.

After breakfast, Gus, our Estate Head Gardener, usually leads all interested in The Annual Blessing of The Gardens, held in the High Meadow which overlooks much of our gardening area. He calls for enough rain but too much, warm days but no killing heat (even we can get that) and protection from all the things that can go wrong. It’s actually a very moving experience.

That’s pretty much it ’til I do the calling for a contradance that starts well after the Eventide meal, with Random Acts of Dancing, which is violinist Bela, concertina player Gus and crwth player Blodwyn rounding out the group. If it’s warm enough, and it usually is, it takes place in the Courtyard.

All in all a most excellent way to celebrate May Day!

About Reynard

I’m the Pub Manager for the Green Man Pub which is located at the KInrowan Estate. I’m married to Ingrid, our Steward who’s also the Estate Buyer. If I’m off duty and in a mood for a drink, it’ll be a single malt, either Irish or Scottish, no water or ice, or possibly an Estate ale or cider.

I’m a concertina player, and unlike my wife who has a fine singing voice, I do not have anything of a singing voice anyone want to hear!

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