In addition to brunch, another unplanned tradition evolved. Tug-of-war every year in Boskant, Cor’s home village.
Most of us went (again) on a rented bus and a few with cars. We almost always lost; and it was usually bad weather but what fun we had. Afterwards we went to Cor’s parents with at least 50 people for more beer and football on the television and after that we ate fries in Sint Oedenrode the ‘center village’.
Women’s Team
Men’s Team
Spectators
Afterwards
Heptathlon:
For a reason not entirely clear to me, the tug-of-war at some point turned into a heptathlon. We hesitated for a moment but only for a moment! And then, went again by bus and cars to Boskant, to the heptathlon, just as muddy and just as nice. Although for me the tug-of-war was a little more authentic.
