May Day started with squeals of excitement coming from all the boys. We were planning to go out into the garden in our pj’s first thing in the morning to soak up the May Day dew - for good luck and a year of good health. Noah interpreted this as meaning he would be able to eat pizza every day for the year as his health was now a given – not the case!
It all started well with lots of running around. Then the shoes came off and the boys realised that the dew was actually very close to frost! Beau wasn't happy and started crying to go back inside. Noah for some reason started rubbing his face in the dew (maybe thinking about the prospect of all the pizza), and Cass just looked perplexed and hung to my leg whimpering, so within the space of about 2 minutes all the laughter had turned to tears – yay!
Luckily the rest of the day proved more enjoyable.
I didn't encourage any of the fertility rituals this year – I think we have enough on our hands at the moment without any of that flying around!
The day drew to a close with the obligatory feast and everyone fell into bed.
We celebrated for a second day at a wonderfully British May Day Fair in Aldbury Village. The setting really is picture perfect, with thatched cottages hundreds of years old, stocks on the green and a duck pond. This all made the perfect back drop for dancing round the Maypole, crowning of the May Queen and, of course, Morris dancing. It is a very local affair and we went with a group of friends and met up with lots more there too. Weather was perfect and we all spent the day lounging around on picnic blankets with the kiddos flying around us.