This year, the world-famous cheeserolling has been cancelled due to health and safety concerns. Of course throwing yourself down a hill after a lump of cheese is neither healthy nor particularly safe, but surely that's the point? I have to confess I'm disappointed.
But fear not. The crazy people still have plenty of ideas to keep themselves occupied on a grey bank holiday afternoon.
Take, for instance, the Tetbury Woolsack Races. Now in their 37th year, the goal of this particular event is to run a race while carrying a 60lb sack of wool (for men; it's 'only' 35lb for women).
Who thinks of these things?!
I know, I know. The English are famous for their eccentricity. But honestly, I'd never seen anything like this before I moved to the Cotswolds - yet here, it seems that almost every village has its own bonkers tradition.
Oh - and just in case the idea of running along a (rather hilly!) road with 60lb on your back doesn't sound quite mad enough yet, silly costumes are also par for the course. This year, there were two whole teams dressed as foxes.
It was interesting to observe the different strategies for lifting and holding the giant sacks of wool.
Some were more succcessful than others; one poor fox dropped his sack and struggled to get it back on his shoulders again, eventually resorting to walking the last few yards with the sack clutched in front of him.
There's even a children's race (with lighter sacks, naturally) :
The whole town was dressed up for the festivities, with market stalls and fairground rides. After watching a few races and munching ice-cream, we stopped off for coffee and scones on our way home. There are some things the Cotswolds do really, really well. Cream teas, and crazy.