Oh, I say, what a spiffing summer we’re having, what what? Time to break out the hampers and champers, I might venture. Are we in agreement? Jolly good! Here are some marvellously eccentric English summer pursuits for us to sample.
Diving at Magdelen Bridge in Oxford
Those bright young things at the best university in the world (if one doesn’t include dear Cambridge) deserve a refreshing dip for all that gosh-darn hard work. Students here have been at it for hundreds of years now too, and one shouldn’t interfere with our country’s traditions.
If one or two get a little injured, that’s just part of the fun and well worth it, as I’m sure the Queen would agree.
Extreme croquet
Croquet is probably the most quintessential English sport one can imagine. It requires an impeccable lawn, wooden mallets, straw boater hates and biting repartee. In recent decades, it’s morphed into something rather ghastly, I dare say.
Some scoundrels without lawns have been trying to play it in all sorts of places – the dirtier and smellier the better, it seems. It’s the sort of thing that makes a true gentleman lose his monocle.
Naked morris dancing
Gadzooks! Taking the fine tradition of what we regard as our only indigenous dance and sullying it with the naked body?
This profanity could ruin the Cotsworlds! It’s enough to make the vicar drop his milky tea – why, there’ll be sodden shortbread everywhere!
(Featured image: lflynnpr1)
