Imagine a rugby scrum involving hundreds of willing participants. Pushing, shoving, rucking, mauling, punching and kicking each other over a small keg of beer. In a field full of hedgerows, trees and barbed wire fences. The goal lines being two brooks, over a mile apart. There is one aim, to get the keg of beer over your village’s brook.
For hundreds of years, myths and legends have been attached to this once prominent feature of the Leicestershire landscape.