Which forgotten British folk tradition deserves a proper revival?

Brave (or daft) souls hurl themselves down a Gloucestershire hill after a wheel of Double Gloucester. Equal parts heritage and A&E waiting room.

Once the soundtrack of every village fête, morris sides are now a rarer sight outside folk festivals. A revival could bring jingling shins back to every green.

Parishioners would once march the boundaries, thwacking landmarks (and sometimes choirboys) to remember where their patch ended. Surprisingly handy in the age of dodgy Google Maps.

A West Country ritual of cider, song and shouting at trees to ensure a good harvest. Basically a pagan pub crawl with agricultural benefits.

Derbyshire villages decorate their wells with intricate petal pictures each summer. A gloriously gentle tradition that puts most Instagram aesthetics to shame.