"Heres to the Midlands George"

Bottle Kicking- Hallaton
Sounds like a boring day out watching people kick bottles in a field. I couldn't have been more wrong...

Stayed at Emilys, after a casual barbeque with the girls the night before. We stayed up late and had planned our route to the village where this "ritual" takes place. Woke up to the sun, good start. Had a bacon sarnie and fed the crusts to the dog, ambie bambi loves me! Emma came and we left the village of East Carlton at approx half eleven and headed off to Hallton. After 5 minutes walk Emma got blisters, I had a million stones in my shoes and Emily was updating us on her hayfever, as a trio we decided we were not cut out for walking any further than Ashley so bribed our mates boyfriend to give us a lift. After hour walk, hot sunshine, lots of stones, hurting blisters, 2 bridges and a few beeping cars later a red fiesta appeared over the horizon. It is an understatement to say we were happy to see him!!!

5 mins later we arrived in Hallaton went to the Fox in to find good old Corby Radio blasting out tunes and hot village lads surrounding us. We were loving life. After a drink and some good old nosh we went to the bottle kicking field in which we discovered why we had seen lots of ambulances, police and paramedics scanning the area.

Thought we would never make it

Village men, ripped rugby shirts, sweaty and  wrestling over a keg of beer. It was a testosterone tornado and us girlies were lovvvinggg it. Best of 3 runs in which they scrambled the keg of beer from top of the field to the bottom. Hallton won, which was convenient as they were nice enough to hold the event for us all! Emma and me sat down and spectated, she shown me her blisters they hadn't improved any so we got a lift home after the event too.

Got home and Debs said I had caught the sun. Definitely going to go there next year, and pay someone allergic to alcohol to take us :)

Good end to the long and sunny weekend!!!