the path broadened out into a meadow by the banks of a pond where the wild ducks scattered at his approach and the dragonflies helicoptered above the still water. This was a magical place - once the site of an abbey and it's fishponds, not even a single stone remained of the abbey, but the water and the reeds and the fish were still there.
In the clearing the people had erected a tent and brought special food and drink for the ceremony.
They dressed in ceremonial robes, some of which were very old - as old as the wizened old man.
Then came the main part of the ceremony. The old man was proclaimed the most valued member of the clan. He donned the Jacket of Wisdom...
And everyone raised a glass of a potent brew in celebration of his age and wisdom and the many ways in which he has enriched the lives of the individuals in the tribe over the years.
... and then there was feasting and drinking
and music and dancing (well only a little dancing...).