I'm proud of my Welsh roots and feel sad when I realise that the Welsh language that my father spoke hasn't been carried over into my generation (or that of my children) in my side of our family. So, happy Nos Galan Gaeaf - celebrating the Celtic New Year's eve on Oct 31st.
Here's the best description of the legends around Galan Gaeaf and the transition into the first month of the calendar, Samhain, that marks the beginning of the dark half of the year:
Nos Galan Gaeaf (All Hallow's Eve)
In addition to preserving the Eisteddfod, the Noson Lawen and the Cymanfa Ganu, Wales has also managed to keep alive other old traditions, though some of these are now confined to particular areas. Many are connected with the old New Year's Eve of Celtic tradition, transformed into the rites connected with the Christian celebration of All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween. In Wales, this night is called Nos Galan Gaeaf (the beginning of the new year), the night when spirits walk abroad. On stiles, or entrances to footpaths, ghosts of dead persons are said to appear at midnight. In some parts of Wales, the ghost was often the Ladi wen (white lady), but in the north, it was usually the more frightening Hwch ddu gwta (tail-less black sow) that appeared. Before dawn, huge bonfires were lit on the hillsides, often two or three within sight of each other. It was a great honor to have your bonfire burn longest and great pains were taken to keep them alight. While apples and potatoes were thrown into the fires for roasting, the watchers would dance around or leap through the flames for good luck. Stones were thrown into the fire; then, when the flames died down, everyone would run for home to escape the clutches of the Hwch ddu gwta.The next morning, at daybreak, searchers would try to find their stones. Those who succeeded would be guaranteed good luck for the coming year. If you could not find your stone, then bad luck or even death would follow.
On Nos Galan Gaeaf in Montgomeryshire, in many farmhouses, a mash was made of nine ingredients: potatoes, carrots, turnips, peas, parsnips, leeks, pepper, salt and new milk. In the mash was hidden a wedding ring. The young maidens of the local village would dig into the mash with their wooden spoons, anxious to learn their fate, for the one who found the ring would be first married. In Carmarthenshire, the mash of nine ingredients, stwmp naw rhyw, was not used to foretell the future, but nine girls used to meet to make a pancake containing nine ingredients. This was then divided among the girls and eaten. Before morning, each girl would have a vision of her future husband. In many parts of North Wales, where the custom of bundling was a very common practice (much frowned upon by the English judiciary) the young dreamers would often find their future husband in bed with them!! Along with the mash, or the pancakes, came the wassail bowl. The wassail was often put inside a puzzle jug, with many spouts, and the unsuspecting drinker would find himself doused with beer, wine, or cider by drinking from the wrong spout. Some of these puzzle jugs can now be seen at the National Folk Museum of Wales at St. Ffagan, near Cardiff. The custom is very similar to one observed by the author in southwest Germany, where participants in a contest drank out of a large glass boot that had to be handled a certain way to prevent spillage.
Apples always played a large part in Halloween festivities (they are the one fruit that grows prolifically in the temperamental Welsh climate and can be preserved throughout much of the early winter). The most popular game was apple bobbing, with six or eight perfectly round fruit placed in a large bowl of water set on the floor. Then, with both hands tied behind their backs, the young lads and lasses would try to pick up an apple with only their teeth. Usually they received a nose and mouth full of water for their pains, but no apple!! In some houses, the apples were tied on one end of a stick suspended from the ceiling with a candle tied to the other end. The stick was then rotated and the participants, again with their hands tied behind them, tried to catch the apple with their teeth as it spun around. They usually ended up with a mouth full of candle! Apples played a large part in many other customs, too. If you peeled an apple in one single piece and then threw the peel over your shoulder, the letter of the alphabet it most closely resembled when it hit the ground would be the initial letter of your future partner in marriage.
Other Halloween customs did not involve apples, but the unseen. In the Vale of Glamorgan, at night, when the spirits were roaming the churchyards, one of the braver villagers would put on his coat and vest inside out and recite the Lord's Prayer backwards as he walked around the church a number of times. Then the courageous lad would enter the porch and put his finger through the keyhole of the church door to prevent any spirits from escaping. It was believed that the apparitions of those who would soon die could be spied through the keyhole. In other areas of Wales, groups of youths would dress up in women's clothes with the girls in men's clothing. They would wander from house to house after dark, chanting verses and soliciting gifts of fruit or nuts, used to divine one's future. In other, more rural areas, young men used to dress up in sheepskins and old ragged clothes and disguise or blacken their faces. After chanting their weird rhymes, they would then be given gifts of apples or nuts, and sometimes beer. The groups would be known as the gwrachod (hags or witches). The visiting of these groups were always in fun, but were taken seriously as harbingers of good tidings for the forthcoming year and the expulsion of the bad spirits from the household.
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Sunday, 31 October 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Mississippi McDowell's wise words
The lyrics to You Got To Move, a McDowell song covered by the Rolling Stones on their Sticky Fingers album in 1971 (here they are playing it live), are inscribed on the headstone of Mississippi Fred's grave in Panola County, Mississippi. McDowell was highly influential blues player and is considered the father of hill country blues.
Photo by 'joseph a' from Flickr.
Photo by 'joseph a' from Flickr.
Monday, 13 September 2010
The Modern Pantry
To The Modern Pantry in a Georgian townhouse building in St John's Square (right by Bruno Loubet's Bistrot in the Zetter hotel), Clerkenwell for Sunday late brunch. A lovely day, with pre-prandial drinks high up on an urban-living terrace then on to this great little restaurant that gives 'fusion cooking' (Pacific Rim) a good name. Very New York in style (open all hours, no airs and graces, just great food and great service - at last!).
Recognised by Michelin with a bib gourmand and the AA (2 stars), the prices reflect its popularity. However, when the food's this good then you never mind paying. Scallop sashimi with mustard seed, miso-marinated (or sugar-cured?) shrimp omelette with smoked chili sambal, tofu and sweetcorn fritters, onglet (skirt) steak cooked perfectly, casava chips with chili marmalade and creme fraiche, peach salsa, affogato made with great Caravan espresso coffee poured over Jude's hokey-pokey honeycomb 'ice-cream with soul', and much more...
Chef-owner Anna Hansen (UK New Zealander of the Year 2010) has a wealth of experience under her belt (she trained with London's originator of fusion cooking, Peter Gordon) and it clearly shows. When the food's this good it's time to push the boat out and I broke one of my main rules, by splashing out on a fine vino - but the company, location and food were too enjoyable to note the detail, just that it was a lovely, oaky 2006 Italian Barbera, worth every penny of the restaurant's mark-up. Service was excellent: friendly, generous and knowledgeable. Artwork ('A Visual Feast') from Selina Snow (see pics at bottom for a contrastingly arty take on British food). A joyful experience, bu wtf is umeboshi butter?
* Waitrose guest chef: Anna Hansen (link left to recipes, from Waitrose Food Illustrated Jan 2010 edition)

* Matthew Norman hits the nail on the head in his Guardian review:
"...Low expectations can distort the critical judgment, the relief luring
you into inflating the competent into the outstanding, but by any
standards the Modern Pantry is a gem."

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Monday, 6 September 2010
Black Fleece for Men
Brooks Brothers' Black Fleece for men is described as 'tailored sophistication. The fragrance is an earthy aromatic style, the bright sparkling citrus and fresh spices invigorate, while hints of geranium bourbon and rosewood heart warm the fragrance and blend seamlessly. Rich undertones of patchouli, incense and vetiver complete the scent with a tailored elegance. The bottle is inspired by 1950's ceramic glass flacons in refined grey, with matching silver-trimmed glass caps. The packaging is fabricated with rigorous environmental sensibility, the Black Fleece falcon and carton establish a new aesthetic in fragrance design and packaging.From soy ink to plant-derived materials made without petroleum that are recyclable and biodegradable, the Black Fleece Fragrance collection has been fabricated with respect to the Earth.'
...so that's how they get 125 bucks out of you. Still, it seemed like a justifiable expense and a pleasurable indulgence in NYC in February.
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Clocks
Trying to decide on a new wall clock - and it's harder than I thought, with so much choice. Found this great site for Newgate Clocks, though: www.newgateclocks.com - lovely site design and quite inspiring.
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Wednesday, 1 September 2010
V8 hotel for love bugs?
A hotel in Germany for motoring nutters. Pics here from Telegraph Online.
Herbie (bottom pic) of the Love Bug films would love it.
Herbie (bottom pic) of the Love Bug films would love it.
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Sunday, 25 July 2010
RIP Alex Higgins
One-of-a-kind, snooker player Alex 'Hurricane' Higgins has died, aged 61, from throat cancer. He was literally a shadow of his former self when he died, weighing just 6 stone and having lost most of his teeth. A sad end to an extraordinary (in the true sense of the word) sportsman - he was truly out of the ordinary. He made me laugh (and gasp) at some of his outrageous, seemingly illconsidered snooker shots, reminding me of my own approach to the game: 'have a go and see what happens'!
Former world champion Stephen
Hendry said about Higgins: “He wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea but he was a great player and
he’ll be sadly missed. When I was just starting out
as a professional it was always exciting when you played him – you never
knew what to expect."
A maverick, Higgins was from an earlier era of snooker, when it was more of a novelty on television and the likes of Ray Reardon, Doug Mountjoy, Terry Griffiths, Steve Davis and Dennis Taylor (he of the upside-down glasses) kept us up watching late into the night at the end of knife-edge competitions. Alex was world champion in 1972 and 1982.
Amazon.co.uk link:
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Friday, 25 June 2010
Give a man a fish...
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. (Lao Tzu)
Give a man a fish and he'll come back for another tomorrow;
Give a man free online news and he’ll be happy until it’s taken away.
But then again, perhaps not: read how Rupert is right
...and Stevie Spring's interesting take in the Guardian on News International's faith in the concept of paywalls.
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Friday, 14 May 2010
Ferrari 250 GTO
Pay 12m squid for a Ferrari 250 GTO? Only Chris Evans (or Nick Mason) has that sort of petrol-head insanity.
Piston Heads article here
Piston Heads article here
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Sunday, 11 April 2010
Friday, 9 April 2010
Malcom McLaren
RIP Malcolm McLaren. In 1977, 'the punk year', I was 23 and heavily into jazz and thoroughly bemused (musically) and amused by punk. Punk, of course, was a major PR coup for Malcolm McLaren ('he had been attracted to the Situationist movement, particularly King Mob, which promoted absurdist and provocative actions as a way of enacting social change') and the Sex Pistols. Loved the anti-establishment stance and the whole rebel thing, but it was never me. Heard a Pistols record on R2 this morning and found it a good groove. Funny how time softens the blow... Nevertheless, loved both Buffalo Girls and Double Dutch in 1983. His resting place will apparently be in Highgate Cemetery, alongside Karl Marx et al.
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Damned if you do...
Reapply for our own jobs? We can take a hint, thanks
by Sathnam Sanghera: Business life, Times Online
25 Jan 2010
Keep Britain Working, the independent job campaign group, published a survey the other day that contained a rather striking statistic: apparently, two thirds of British workers would rather leave their employer than reapply for their own job ... Frankly, everything about a reapplication job interview would favour the upbeat and vague newcomer. The only advantage you’d have as an incumbent is that you would be more likely to turn up to the interview on time and will know where the loos are. No wonder most people would rather quit.
+ Keep Britain Working website.
by Sathnam Sanghera: Business life, Times Online
25 Jan 2010
Keep Britain Working, the independent job campaign group, published a survey the other day that contained a rather striking statistic: apparently, two thirds of British workers would rather leave their employer than reapply for their own job ... Frankly, everything about a reapplication job interview would favour the upbeat and vague newcomer. The only advantage you’d have as an incumbent is that you would be more likely to turn up to the interview on time and will know where the loos are. No wonder most people would rather quit.
+ Keep Britain Working website.
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Thursday, 1 April 2010
January Jones v Grace Kelly
The stars swinging back to the Sixties ... how Keira, Carey and co are mirroring the looks of beauties from another age. January Jones (left) from Mad Men and the real deal, Grace Kelly (right). Read more at the ever-popular Daily Mail online.
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Monday, 25 January 2010
Louboutin + iPhone = Style
Christian Louboutin. Apple iPhone. Style with a capital S.
Enough said?
Win 'em both (on The Sun), of you're desperate.
CL's website is excellent, as you'd expect from the height of style...
Enough said?
Win 'em both (on The Sun), of you're desperate.
CL's website is excellent, as you'd expect from the height of style...
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Sunday, 17 January 2010
London snow scenes

A green parakeet, surviving the recent cold spell in Redhill, south London.
From the BBC:
Parakeets are originally from India. So why are they able to survive - and thrive - here?
Bedecked with emerald green feathers and a rose-red beak, the ring-neck parakeet brings a touch of tropical glamour to suburban gardens in London and the South East.
"They actually originate from the foothills of the Himalayas, so they don't need it to be that warm to live comfortably," says Andre Farrar of the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds.
Photos: LBC

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Friday, 1 January 2010
Happy New Year
Happy New Year 2010!
More awesome shots can be seen on Flickr here. (OK, so it's 2008, but the fireworks were brilliant again this year.)
Below pic from Getty via Telegraph.co.uk.
More awesome shots can be seen on Flickr here. (OK, so it's 2008, but the fireworks were brilliant again this year.)
Below pic from Getty via Telegraph.co.uk.
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Thursday, 8 October 2009
Frankie said Relax (on the River)
The Thames in the rain, free booze, alcohol-soaking fodder and those glorious 80s' disco sounds - Frankie said "Relax", so we did, ending with a quick rendition of the Kings of Leon Sex on Fire.
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66: all the sixes, Clickety Click
The Conservatives plan to increase retirement age to 66 from 2016, 10 years earlier than previously planned. So, only 12 years to go until I get my hands on the government's free money (my money, actually - it will be payback time). The current government's plans also aimed to raise retirement age by one year each decade after 2106, so to 67 in 2036 and so on - so I'm looking forward to getting stuffed by any government, be it Labour or Conservative...
View partial source: Times Online
View partial source: Times Online
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