The Cooper's Hill Cheese Roll

Chasing cheese ... and breaking bones. (The Bus 1.9)

May 05, 2022

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The Cooper’s Hill Cheese Roll is an annual race held at Cooper’s Hill, near Brockworth, Gloucester, England1 during which a 3-4 kilogram (7 pound) Double Gloucester cheese2 is rolled down the hill, chased by contestants. The first runner to the bottom wins - and the cheese is the nominal prize.

*The Cheese Rolling madness and fun on Cooper’s Hill, Gloucester 2019. (Image: Thousand Word Media Ltd.)*

Released by the Master of Ceremonies at the top of the notoriously steep hill - it is 200 yards long, and nearly vertical - the cheese cannot actually be caught as it reaches a speed of up to 70mph. Though originally held for and by residents of the local village, the event now attracts contestants from all over the world.

According to the event’s official website,3 the Cooper’s Hill Cheese Roll is one of the oldest surviving customs in Great Britain. The first written evidence of the event is in a message to the Gloucester Town Crier in 1826, but it was already an ancient tradition at this point. The Cheese Roll has taken place for hundreds of years - and some theories root its origins in pre-Roman times. Reasons for its beginning range from tenuous connections to pagan fertility rituals to the more mundane theory that it began as a requirement for maintaining grazing rights on the Common.

Due to the hill’s steepness and rugged unevenness, many injuries occur each year - some requiring hospital treatment. Most injuries - sprains, breaks and dislocations - are acquired by the participants, but spectators have also been hurt by the runaway cheese or a flailing contestant. In 1997, 33 people were injured to a degree which caused the event to be cancelled the following year. In 2010, after further serious injuries, the event was cancelled again. This decision caused an uproar that led to the creation of the ‘Save the Gloucester Cheese Rolling’ campaign. In the end, their protest was successful and the event was restored, albeit with a few safety precautions put into place for onlookers.

The official website offers a rationale for the event: ‘The lure of participating in what could very well be called Gloucestershire’s most extreme ‘sport’ can be put down to the absolute adrenaline thrill of taking on such a steep and treacherous incline. Some people win, some merely finish and many get injured - this year saw a number of broken bones, sprains and minor injuries - but all look back on the cheese rolling experience with fond memories. For all those taking part in this potentially dangerous race it seems to be a risk worth taking.’4

To see the madness, watch this:

The Detour

Today’s Detour is to a fascinating (if a bit lengthy) article from Smithsonian Magazine about the nearly mythical status of a mahogany tree from Belize which has obsessed luthiers (i.e., guitar-makers) for years. Worth a look for the photography and embedded videos alone.

The Legend of the Music Tree

The Book

Today’s book is the one which introduced me to the existence of cheese rolling: Thomas Pynchon’s Mason and Dixon. This is an excellent novel - though arguably not the best one with which to start reading Pynchon if you’re unfamiliar with his work. Like most of his novels, it’s long, complex and filled with his trademark jokes and absurdities - but to compound the difficulty it’s also written in an idiomatic 18th Century English, complete with that era’s vocabulary, capitalisation, spelling and punctuation. For example, the opening sentence:

Snow-Balls have flow their Arcs, starr’d the Sides of Outbuildings, as of Cousins, carried Hats away into the brisk Wind off Delaware, - the Sleds are brought in and their Runners carefully dried and greased, shoes deposited in the back Hall, a stocking’d-foot Descent made upon the great Kitchen, in a purposeful Dither since Morning, punctuated by the ringing Lids of various Boilers and Stewing-Pots, fragrant with Pie-Spices, peel’d Fruits, Suet, heated Sugar, - the Children, having all upon the Fly, among rhythmic slaps of Batter and Spoon, coax’d and stolen what they might, proceed, as upon each afternoon all this snowy Advent, to a comfortable Room at the rear of the House, years since given over to their carefree Assaults.

OK … it might not grab you, but please trust me: it’s a read like none other and one of my favourites. But it’s not easy.

Here is a review by TC Boyle (another author worth checking out):

New York Times: Mason and Dixon

Remember: You can buy Mason and Dixon at Amazon, but you can also get it from your local bookstore. And that’s better for everyone.

The Sounds

Please note: songs flagged as explicit ARE explicit, so skip them if you wish.

These are five tracks I’ve been listening to on repeat over the last few days. They’re all great - but the first and last tracks are of particular note. Enjoy.

The Question/Quotation

Today’s Quotation is from British novelist (and Nobel laureate) Dorris Lessing:5

“The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven’t changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don’t change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.”

If you have a thought on this Question - or any part of today’s issue - please leave a comment below:

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