Today is the day after all the Easter egg scoffing and the big full-on lunches with family and friends that the newspaper foodie supplements dictate should be gastro-feasts.
So what more could you want than to mosey on down to England’s longest village green and watch people stuffing their faces, at considerable speed, with even more food – and not just ordinary food but hundreds of wiggly, slippery, grey baby eels?
Well for many years that was the tradition at Frampton-on-Severn in Gloucestershire.
Rosamund’s Green – nearly half a mile long – is bordered along one edge by the high walls of the Frampton Court estate where there were always springer spaniels wandering or lying around watching the world go by waiting for the next shooting gig. The only excitement one would usually see on the green was the village cricket match.
But on Bank Holiday Monday, just opposite the the Three Horseshoes pub, it was the venue for the annual Elver Eating Contest which was preceded by an Easter Bonnet parade and various Sausage Eating Contests.
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