Whitby.
There's a festival there every year, called the Penny Hedge. This consists of sticking a few twigs in the sand, then watching how long it takes for the tide to wash them away.
It's a matter of pride, when the swing bridge goes up, to see who can jump over it first. That person is then revered as a sort of Wicker Man, till the next time the bridge ascends, and the jollity starts again.
It's traditional to have a fight every weekend. If you don't you're shunned for a term of 5 years. And you can't marry a close relative either. Lovely place.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Mon 2 Nov 2009, 10:58, Reply)