Bottle-Kicking in Hallaton

On the 25th of February 2008, on a cold bright morning, I visited the village of Hallaton in Leicestershire. I was told to expect something strange. A field full of violent people, small kegs of beer called ‘bottles’ and man with a rabbit on a stick were also mentioned.

How could I not go?

They were nearly right. The man actually had a hare on a pole.

Local folk law states that long ago two ladies of Hallaton were saved from a raging bull when a startled hare distracted it from it’s charge. Thinking this an act of God they donated money to the church so that every Easter Monday the Vicar would provide hare pie, twelve penny loves and more importantly, two barrels of beer for the poor of the village.

The villages would fight for the food and beer and on one occasion the residents of the bordering village of Medbourne joined in the chaos and stole the beer. The village rivalry continues to this day.

It is also possible that the custom dates back to the Pagan ritual of sacrificing hares to the goddess Eostre.

Bottle Kicking in it’s present form has been and annual event for over 200 years and has occurred yearly apart from in 2001 where the national foot and mouth scare canceled many rural activities traditions and sports.

I arrived in the village during the parade shortly after the massive hare pie had been blessed and chopped up. I then watched a parade of locals lined by photographers and press, march through the village with an ornamental hare on a pole, held high along with three bottles (actually kegs) of beer. One of which is called the dummy and made of solid wood.
Once a hill outside the village is reached (Hare Pie Bank) the chopped pie is thrown to the onlookers and shortly after, the chaos begins.

There are hardly any rules to Bottle Kicking. Each barrel is thrown in the air three times and then all hell breaks loose.

The basic idea is to get the beer over a stream boundary marking each village border. I wasn’t at all prepared for the melee.. Dressed for a walk in the country with my best shiny camera in hand, i hadn’t expected a 50 meter square rugby scrum to spin, surge and chew up the ground as it ignored barbed wire, trees, bushes and the injured holding their crushed limbs.

The emergency services were on hand with more than one ambulance and I saw people carried off bleeding and broken.

It still appeared that all were smiling in some strange way.. A nervous, insane kind of smile as a rallying cry would cause another serge. If you were lucky you caught a glimpse of a barrel, deep in the scrum through a forest of muddy-bloody legs.

I did my best to get as close to the action as I could armed with my precious tech. That said, my trousers were torn and muddied, i took an elbow to the eye socket and lost a lens hood in the fray.

If i were to visit again it would be with some kind of body mounted camera, filming the shouts and screams along with the action. I would probably also join the locals in having a few numbing beers before leaping into the scrum.

The whole spectacle is watched by families friends and the injured. Ales in hand, cheering madly. In the distance over one of the winning line streams on the next hill, more spectators can bee seen in the pub. Staying clean, dry and drunk. There is also the possibility I will be there next year. With a long lens.

I managed to break away to grab a fleeting shot of the winning sprint down and across the stream.. I too would run that fast if pursued by a crazed marauding rabble.

The game was won by Hallaton. Everyone was happy. Some were bruised, most were drunk.

Who wants to join me next year.. with or without cameras?

Click this link to see more photographs of Bottle-Kicking on my Flickr page.

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I love music photography. It’s just not that easy to make a living from it unless you work for an agency or a glossy mag.

I have two rates normally, one for mates and unsigned bands (unless i am doing a trade for trade kind of deal) and then a more corporate rate for the big guns.

This may sound weird but musicians are always skint.. and i love the work, so it seems only right that if i can be flexible and it helps a band out on their way up.. then so be it.

You never know, they may just remember me for it too.

It’s only recently i have started to put my photos up on Flickr. This has been a help and a hinderance as i am inundated with people asking for copies of my photos for one reason or another. This would not be so bad if they were paying clients. But they are not. Everyone seems to think if you have pix on flickr you are a hobby snapper and that you would be more than happy with a little flattery and perhaps a link on some site as payment.

They don’t see the week spent in the mud, or the top spec camera broken through some fan throwing a beer, or the temporary loss of hearing, or he cost of a ticket (even with a photo pass at places like Glastonbury).

Yes music photography is fun and i really enjoy the adventure leading up to grabbing a selection of shots of a band that i either like or maybe even love.  But it would still be nice to get some kind of financial payback without churning out one of the thousands of yearly books or calenders that flood our bargain book shops.

Right that said. I am just about to upload a few pix of Lisa Hannigan (of Damien Rice fame) as some guy on a island somwhere has a music agency and would really really like to have one of my pictures on my wall.

Take a peek at my flickr music section by clicking HERE

I think i will ask for a donation..