In the hamlet on Bodmin Moor where we live we wassail. We start at the next hamlet over and wassail the new orchard there, then move to the lower farm and wassail there then up to ours and wassail there followed by singing, music, mummmers plays, food, drink etc. The tree we wassail in the lower farm was planted for the present owners grandmother on her wedding day and last year the wassail was poured into the roots by Hawkers daughter and, the final drops by the great grandson of the person it was planted for. Really poignant.