Our regular Zoom workshop replaces the physical meeting at Touchstones and takes place on the first Thursday of the month between 2-4. This month it fell on November 5th so we had to write about Guy Fawkes’ Night, Bonfire Night, call it what you will. What I loved about facilitating this session was the marvellous memories we all brought back, I’m sure there’s a book to be had from this!
Robin has sent in his piece for our enjoyment
I remember when the kids were young we lived in Edmund Street and had a concrete slab at the bottom of the garden, perfect both for a small bonfire and letting off fireworks. We invited locals round for the do and did jacket potatoes and sausages, though safely within the kitchen. I remember offering sausages to two of our neighbours girls, they refused gracefully, and then I realised my mistake. Their names were Riswana and Nasreen!! Whata misteka to make!
Bonfire night these days is not something we celebrate, nor do we feel inclined to go to a communal bonfire. After all, why should we when we can stay in the warm and watch other displays from our 11th floor window? Our nearest communal bonfire is usually at Sparth bottoms, where we can see the glow of the fire but also enjoy watching the fireworks go up from a safe and good visual distance. In terms of fireworks, though, nothing can beat New Year’s Eve for us. We regularly watch Jools Holland’s Hooten’anny and then, as the clock strikes 12, turn out all the lights and watch all the fireworks going up both near and afar with a glass of Cava in our hands. The display can sometimes go on for ten minutes. Magic!
C Robin Parker 2020