Preparing for the hike up the Hill
Chips and Cider - perfect prep for Dover's
...The Journey Begins
So finally the day has arrived! I am flying out this evening from Birmingham airport and am extremely excited! Its been a long time coming but the last few weeks seem to have galloped by at a rather frightening pace and the date that I have been quoting to all has finally arrived! The British summertime has begun with a vengence (gutted as I was quite looking forward to leaving dreary grey grisley weather behind and stepping off the plane to clear blue skies and sunshine - however as it is clear blue skies and sunshine here really hoping that I don’t get it the other way round and step into a monsoon in Bangkok!!). I have already got sunburnt (cider and bright sunshine make Laura a silly girl…. Must remember suncream in Thailand!!!) - but hey that’s the base tan sorted then ey?!
Thought I’d experiment to see if I can conquer the technology involved with Travelblog by leaving my first blog in the privacy of my own study (rather than in a buzzing internet café somewhere in Thailand… my usual trick of wanting to smash the computer when things don’t work for me may
Prepare for Pain!
Cellotape and Straw is all that stands between this man and alot of pain!
not go down too well!).
And so….. to record the craziness that is the Dovers Games (and the night of Ginacide that followed!!)…
Each year, on the traditional date of Friday after Spring Bank Holiday, Dover’s Hill above Chipping Campden in the delightfully green cotswolds echoes with the shouts and cheers (read wincing and screaming!!) of competitors and spectators as Robert Dover’s Cotswold ‘Olimpick’ Games (not Olympic Games) are celebrated. It has become a wee bit of a tradition for the flock to return from various parts of the country (mainly london!) and congregate in Chipping Campden (cheers to Scotts sister for the loan of her house yet again!!) and watch the most bizarre spectacle of manliness in the form of Shin Kicking (I kid you not!!) and Tug-o-war (next year guys we’re definitely entering!), followed by a torchlit procession down the hill and (after lots more cider) drunken dancing in the square!
The next day, having spent time recovering from the night before we congregated again at the cottage to BBQ and drink some more ... Ginacide was concocted (as a result of running out of mixer for the Gin - love my friends - the
crazy cotswold games!
obvious solution was to mix the Gin with Cider and thus Ginacide was born... and made them all very very happy!).
Going to miss you guys tons but can't wait to start the adventure and make you all jealous!!
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