Ahh Bonfire Night, the poor British holiday that is now overshadowed by Halloween less than a week before it. I do feel a bit sorry for Bonfire Night. I remember growing up and my childhood best friend would always have a bonfire night party as her house backed onto a field and her father was a carpenter. He would make the MOST amazing guys to burn on the bonfires! Most memorably was the dragon that he made and used ping pong balls for eyes. Well...let's just say that ping pong balls aren't such a good idea on a bonfire. It was pretty amazing though. We would all sit around the bonfire on benches, toasting marshmallows (although I don't even like marshmallows, but I will make an exception for bonfire melted ones) and singing songs. I really miss them! I also remember our local pub would have a bonfire every year and throughout October, people would dump their burnable rubbish in the field, all to go up in flames on the 5th November. I miss bonfires now, as no-one dares have them. Instead, people buy sparklers and mediocre fireworks from the supermarket and have their own little parties or they go to organised displays. We chose the latter, as the local council display is in Sefton Park and it would be rude not to. We wrapped up and walked down to the park in our wellies.
It is bloody hard to get a good photo of fireworks. Look! Look at our pitiful efforts!
How pretty does the Palm House look in the evening light though? We came home and then I gobbled down some homemade parkin. (Scott didn't as he doesn't like it - he doesn't know what he's missing!) How did you all celebrate bonfire night?