A Tale of Country Folk

There is a tradition in the Derbyshire peak district, known as Well Dressing. As the name suggests, the practice is characterised by the decoration of wells, predominantly with flower petals. Not to be outdone, the adjacent county also has a proud tradition of its own.

Over the border in Yorkshire there is the much lesser known but, arguably, more imaginative ritual of Todger Trimming, also known as festooning the hangings. Village maidens will embellish the todgers of the local menfolk with brightly coloured ribbons and a little bell, suspended on a few strands of spun pubic hair, harvested from that years Queen of the May by the vicar of the parish, who this task traditionally falls to.

After the last bow has been neatly tied and every todger been subjected to the scrutiny and approval of the mothers of the maidens, whose job it is to give that final touch to the todgers, off skip the menfolk to the May Pole. Here, trouserless and frivolous, the men weave in and out one another as they merrily dance around the pole. A more jolly and perplexing scene is to be found nowhere else in English folklore.

After all the dancing, cheering, merry making and song, and after the judging of the todgers and awarding of the prizes, the day ends as it began, and out comes the mead. Before long, all falls silent, save for the faint tinkling of lots of tiny bells as the men stagger through the village in pursuit of the maidens. The maidens, however, knowing what was coming and not being handicapped by the effects of mead, have little trouble in avoiding the, by know, somewhat larger todgers that they previously paid such fastidious attention to.




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You never supplied relevant dates roll eyes




PS I'might not interested in the wells
Hi gorgeous Mimi! reunion
Equally gorgeous Molly reunion

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It might take a while if he never had them trimmed before....uh oh
They could make blankets for homeless people with the off cuts
I love the rural way of life, country folk know how to make their own entertainment. sheep
Was that skipping rope made out of your offcuts? writing
You two can mock but I'd like to see either of you dress a todger fit for showing.
I was a spoiled little girl with a privileged childhood, which does mean I can plait a pony's tail to perfection, not to mention sewing its mane into a nice neat row of bobbles. So I think I could groom and present a todger to a high standard but if it was a really nice one I probably couldn't bear to let it leave the premises.

I think I would like to attend the festivities, though, and learn what the norms of todger dressing are. Where exactly? and when?
The National Trust have an information leaflet with lots of information about it, Biff. You've missed it for this year but there's nothing to stop you organising your own event. All you need is the nerve to explain the event to the locals you want to participate.

Happy todgering.
I think I need a really good translator, too.
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Don't be a killjoy, Crest. Country traditions are under threat and there have already been disruptions from the todger saboteurs and the League against tasteless practices.
I presumed all woman knew how to plait anything.

I like plaits.
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