[Quick aside if you’re American and reading this: Bonfire Night is one of those weird British traditions that make no sense to anyone outside the country but stem back to some distant historical event. In this case, November 5th 1604 was the night Guy Fawkes was arrested as he guarded a huge pile of gunpowder under the Houses of Parliament. The gunpowder was meant to be used to kill the protestant King and members of his government so that a catholic could be installed. But the plot was uncovered, Fawkes was arrested, and the King lived. Now every November the 5th, we light big bonfires and throw an effigy of Guy Fawkes on top to burn to death. Then we light fireworks and eat toffee.]
We were planning on going down to the local pub for their bonfire, but once it started, we realized things have moved on since we last lived here. We could hear pounding music (and not the good kind) and a loud DJ and once we caught sight of the flashing laser lights, we decided to stay home and watch the fireworks from here. Which turned out to be a good decision as they were all set up in the field right across from our house.
Once they started, we just had to walk to the bottom of the drive and watch the show for free. It was magnificent too. We were both surprised at how long they went on for. We spent quite a few New Years Eves in Central Park watching their annual firework display and this was easily as long and just as much fun (plus not quite as cold!)
I took a video, although it obviously can’t do justice to the show.
Our cats were less impressed than we were, however. When we finally came inside, we found them both cowering behind the sofa, eyes as wide as plates.
But despite that, our first bonfire night back home was a real treat thanks to the local pub.