It's a long while since I went gallowshans - guising. Now it's a thing for kids, but in the rural area where I live, it used to be youn adults...and we counted ourselves pretty lucky to remain (semi)sober the following morning...or, more realistically, unlucky. We used to go round the farmhouses, technically performing some party piece, but in reality, taking part in the dooking for apples, or trying to eat the treacle-covered sciones, etc - things which would make today's health and safety bods throw a collective wobbly - whilst consuming copious quantities of liquid refreshment/encouragement (delete where necessary). The idea was to have a general knees up at the end of harvest, with the cattle stowd away in their winter byers. Dunno about miracles, but the fact that several worthies managed to stand up, never mind work, the following morning was nothing short of astounding.