To round off the festival an Ox was roasted. Everybody would sit around singing, eating and drinking. Saying good bye to old and new found friends. Making arrangements for meeting again next year. Hopping carried on right through the fifties, and ended in the sixties. A way of life ended.
Today there are hardly any hops left, Beltring Hop Farm (Whitbread Hop Farm) is about the biggest and oldest, but even this is a museum-exhibition.