Upper Swallow has kept a lot of strange customs. For example yesterday was First Cuckoo Day. Traditionally it's supposed to be the day the first cuckoo is heard calling across the downs. Then the cuckoo is supposed to fly up England bringing summer with it.
We also have the pram race. This is an old photo of mine. It shows my mates Nick Thompson and Paul Smith (with the moustache in the pram) in about 1979. (They're older than me). Paul had a nasty accident one year. I think it was that one. The pram there, if I recall belonged to my girlfriend Julie's mum. I suppose Julie herself must have rode in it once.
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