Edited by Patricia Stammers, Wednesday, 14 Nov 2012, 16:55
Went to the village firework display, with Clare and her boyf.
Hordes of dark lumps, large and small, wandering around the green, scoffing hog in a bun and swigging ale. A fire burned in a corner. Reminded me of a Breughel painting. We reckoned someone lost the matches because the fireworks did not begin until twenty minutes after the advertised time.
When the first rocket was launched a great cheer resounded. I walked home after the sixth. Didn't there used to be catherine wheels, Vesuvius's smoke, sparklers and Prince of Wales Feathers?
Bonfire night! The Stars Are Bright
Went to the village firework display, with Clare and her boyf.
Hordes of dark lumps, large and small, wandering around the green, scoffing hog in a bun and swigging ale. A fire burned in a corner. Reminded me of a Breughel painting. We reckoned someone lost the matches because the fireworks did not begin until twenty minutes after the advertised time.
When the first rocket was launched a great cheer resounded. I walked home after the sixth. Didn't there used to be catherine wheels, Vesuvius's smoke, sparklers and Prince of Wales Feathers?