Bonfire Night
Twenty-four hours early, perhaps, but it was a perfect night for a bonfire. I told the Zedettes they had to wear at least three layers of clothing because we would be parking the car almost a mile away from Bught Park. Yet that's the fun of bonfire night isn't it? You get all wrapped up and join the columns of families making their way along the darkened streets. Soon we caught sight of the flashing lights and heard the screams from the funfair . We made our way into the park and edged our way up near the crowd-control barriers to get a better view of the fire. They said ten thousand people were there - it looked like more.
The bonfire had been constructed from dozens of wooden pallets and ignited easily. Soon we were all smarting from the heat against our faces. As the flames died down we joined in the countdown and then the firework display began. The Zedettes watched in silent awe, unlike the little girl standing next to them who was giving her Granny a running commentary.
"That's purple and gold...it's really beautiful isn't it, Granny?"
Her Granny agreed. In fact, we all did.
