Bucket list item (and one that probably has a shelf life, given the nature of the thing):
I think I’ve even posted about this event before. But I mean just look at them. Look at them go, in all their English, totally absurd glory.
It has everything I love: cheese; throwing oneself headlong down a hill; centuries-old traditions that were kept up with because, basically…why not?
“Hey man, what’re you up to this summer?”
“Trip to England!”
“Oh sweet, what for? Family? Sightseeing?”
“Nah, gonna chase a wheel of cheese down a hill. Should be a blast.”
Our dreams will only ever manifest if we actually chase them.
Sometimes this chase is literal.
Maybe next year.