“Rural Britannia” Mad Dogs and Englishman…
Thursday, May 27th, 2010
There has been a bit of debate at “Turtle Towers” this week about British-ness; perhaps it’s the feverish electoral cries of “broken Britain” that have got us mulling this over but the one thing we can all agree typifies British-ness is the slightly barmy things we do when the sun comes out.
Not only do we have a propensity to fling clothes (and modesty) to the wind when the weather sneaks above 18oC but we also seem to believe ourselves imbued with superhuman powers as soon as the days lengthen (I like to call this May madness). What other explanation could there be for flinging yourself down a hill after a cheese (unless you were very, very hungry) or seeing shin-kicking as sport. We are lucky enough that “Turtle Towers” is nestled in the Cotswolds and it seems (whether by accident or design I wouldn’t like to speculate) to be the epicentre of quite a lot of the “crazy” and we love it.
Heading out towards Gloucester at Coopers Hill we have the now infamous cheese rolling (which will be missed this year) on the spring bank holiday. I was lucky enough to be there last year, right at the top jostling for position with the German and American TV crews and could only marvel at the recklessness that leads men and women to hurl themselves down that hill into the waiting arms of the local rugby team.
Even closer to us are the Tetbury Wool Sack Races also on the bank holiday weekend at the end of May, where teams and individuals carry 60lb wool sacks up a 1 in 4 gradient hill – this is Tetbury’s idea of a race; a tradition arising from rivalry between the two local pubs The Crown and The Royal Oak. I shall be attending this year, for the first year, come rain or shine so will hopefully have some pictures to add to this and later blogs.
Finally, an event I attended for the first time last year (and will attend again this year) Robert Dover’s Olimpick Games on 4thJune, where the self-explanatory shin-kicking competition takes place. Villagers and tourists alike venture to a field just outside Chipping Campden to see all sorts of events, most notably competitors kicking each other’s shins (ouch). The culmination of this fabulous evening is a firework display and a torchlight walk back into the heart of Chipping Campden where a band entertains the assembled crowd.
The greatest thing about these events (aside from the camaraderie of wincing at someone falling down a hill or cracking their shin) we believe is their support of rural traditions, practices and businesses; whether this be Smarts Farm of Churcham Gloucestershire, the makers of the much chased Double Gloucester or the Tetbury and Chipping Campden pubs which benefit from increased trade.
Makes me proud that I as well as Turtle Mats are “Made in Britain”.

