Earlier this month we visited Wybunbury to watch the rather strange, annual Pie Rolling, or Wybunbury Fig Pie Wakes which was taken very seriously, including one little boy chasing after his pie after he had let it go to roll rather sadly not one metre from where he was standing. After a while the judge let him take it back as he obviously thought it was meant to be eaten, while other participants rolled their pies made from water, flour, figs and apple with quite some force to see how far down the road they would roll. Or in many cases, wouldn't. Fortunately, the rain held off and I was given my first taste of the madness that goes on in this country which admittedly, turned out to be rather a fun afternoon.
This Saturday is another annual bit of bonkers, none other than The World Worm Charming Championships, the rules of which have been translated into 30 other different languages which just goes to show how seriously this is taken. Richard decided that he would take part this year and succeeded in obtaining a plot.
The next move was to buy a garden fork, something that I will need in the future anyway and so we went to Wilko's, chose one and I then nearly speared a rather young baby with it, much to the horror of the baby's mum. Richard is presently practising sending vibrations down the garden fork using a wooden stick on which he has sawn several notches. As he sits out in the garden trying to entice worms out of the lawn I can't help but wonder.
Would you put red sauce on a baby, brown sauce - or no sauce at all.
7 comments:
Cheese rolling in Gloucestershire takes some beating ;-)
We are mad, aren't we?
Hmm, yes, I've heard about the cheese rolling. Never pie. Is mud-pie allowed?
Spit into the worm hole and it will pop up. But maybe the worms are now sensitive and politically correct...?
I understand that thoroughly soaking the ground with a hosepipe will bring the worms up. Don't know if that's allowed over there. . .or if an extremely loud dose of Todd's favorite music would be, either.
Assuming babies are pretty close to veal, I'd recommend a red sauce, prepared Parmagiana-style. Or, you could fall back on Mr. Lecter's preference -- fava beans and a nice Chianti.
May warmer weather and more delicious weeds to hide in come Herman's way,
Anonymous, too
Apparently the cheese-rolling are not real cheeses, but made of wood. The Twat once told me of something called 'gurning' that takes place in the Lake District.
Anon, too - you haven't read the rules! Water isn't allowed although music is - and you don't really think that I left Belgium with some of Todd's music thumping away in the back of the van. Do you?
Red sauce....it's worth a go.
BBQ It!
I'm reading up about this worm-charming thing...so that's why you asked me to 'send' some worms for you. And I thought I was joking when I told you that I will send them but you must play classical music for them.
I wonder if they would like eastern music?
Why does he want to charm the worms out? Is he going to make a worm pie?
GG - I've heard than when you play steel band music the little buggers go deeper underground. Mind you, when I hear steel drums I feel like digging a hole and getting into it myself!
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