In the small community of St Ervan, I felt the layered richness of this ritual: the earthly and the spiritual, the folk celebration and the liturgy, the joy of the land and the gratitude of faith. As the final notes of the harvest hymn “Come, ye thankful people, come” faded, I realized I was no longer merely an outsider; for a moment, I had been part of a ceremony that bound land, faith, and community together.