In the making
We didn't go to any bonfire celebrations last night - did you?
Where we live isn't really a 'coming together of the community' thing where there's a roaring bonfire that's been built up by the locals over the up and coming weeks and everyone mucks in, all preparing for that one spectacular night. It's all for the children really...and big kids at heart.
Though the town did put on their traditional fireworks over the bay, but to be honest it's always on way too late for the little ones - considering how early it gets dark at this time of the year - six'ish' would of been fine, but with school the next day I couldn't really justify sleepy heads this morning.
So we stayed at home and had baked potatoes for tea washed down with warm blackcurrant and sticky toffee pudding for tea.
Then we headed out into the back garden to dance around with sparklers on a beautiful clear crisp night whilst watched by a beautiful bright waning moon.
This was the construction of the bonfire at Holmbury St Mary last week, where we stopped for a couple of days. These are my childhood memories of (pre) bonfire night and one day I'm hoping to share them - and pass on - to my children so they in turn can pass on too.