Bonfire Night or
Guy Fawkes Night. We went to the neighboring village of Wilton to celebrate.
A random guy roasting marshmallows on what one can only hope is a new, clean pitchfork and has never, EVER been used to pick up poo.
Here's Ben. This is how Ben spent the night after his loving sister, while walking to the bonfire, said, "Now Ben, there's going to be
fireworks and they are going to be
loud and you might hear a
big bang but... Don't. Be. Scared." She's nothing if not thoughtful, our Mary.
A random guy roasting marshmallows on what one can only hope is a new, clean pitchfork and has never, EVER been used to pick up poo.
Here's Ben. This is how Ben spent the night after his loving sister, while walking to the bonfire, said, "Now Ben, there's going to be fireworks and they are going to be loud and you might hear a big bang but... Don't. Be. Scared." She's nothing if not thoughtful, our Mary.
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2 comments:
Looks like a fun celebration. I'll never look at pitchforks the same. Especially if I see it being used for marshmallow or weenie roast.
I never did quite understand that holiday but we sure enjoyed watching the fireworks.
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