There are some excellent traditions – and some that should be left to die out – and I am of the firm opinion that night time drumming should be one that is left to die out! It didn’t happen when we first moved here because the drums were too old – but someone decided that it was a good idea to make new drums.
Two things happen, either I fall asleep well, only to wake up by the loud drumming which is exceedingly loud outside the house, thinking that we’re at war or something – or I don’t sleep at all, because I don’t want that sort of shock.
Apparently, it’s only me that thinks this way though, as there are whole hoards of people following the drummers around (in a good way – not in a ‘when noone’s looking we’ll take the drums off them’ sort of way).
It gets very noisy because all the dogs in the village join in – ours are actually quite good – they would rather stay snuggled up in front of the remnants of the fire than go out into the cold and bark. But there’s a fair bit of howling and barking going on.
Hey ho – only another 7 days to go!