Gun powder, treason and plot. I see no reason that gun powder treason, should ever be forgot… and I hope it never is!
Damp, cold and the smell of smoke… I love bonfire night! It’s one of my favourite nights of the year rivaled only by Christmas eve. I love wrapping up warm and I love fireworks. I love hearing the bonfire crackle and watching the patterns that sparklers make and it has been something I have been very excited about sharing with Tommy and Charlotte. This isn’t there first bonfire night, but it might just be the first one they remember.
I was well prepared with sparklers, although I got my maths wrong and forgot they came in packs of 5, so when offered 3 for 2, I bought 6 thinking 2 each, and we ended up with 30! I also bought some popping candy thinking it might be fun and suit the banging and fizzing fireworks, and I got hold of some coloured glow sticks. I had the snow suits and wellies ready to make sure that the children would be warm and dry.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the amount of rain, a bonfire that wouldn’t light at all, nearly being skewered by a rod from a firework and the kids refusal to eat the hot dogs or burgers *sigh*.
However, none of that ruined bonfire night, it didn’t even dent it for me.