Even though I could have been setting fire to wheels tied up with straw; making Cattern cakes, Cattern pies, or wiggs; drinking a delightfully sounding mixture of rum, hot beer and eggs; or trying my hand at some lace or rope making, I’ve chosen to observe the weather, because Other Life is super huge today and time is of the essence. Plus my stomach really can’t take any more folklore eating or drinking at the moment.
Today is St Catherine’s Day, and it’s said that:
As at Catherine foul or fair, so will be the next February.
Which might have been lovely, if today wasn’t so cold and drear. And I’m talking about-to-put-the-heating-on-in-the-middle-of-the-day cold and drear. Oh well. Forewarned is forearmed! Onwards!
Cooper, Q. and Sullivan, P. (1994) Maypoles, Martyrs & Mayhem: 366 Days of British Myths, Customs & Eccentricities, London, Bloomsbury Publishing Plc