Thursday, 5 November 2009

Burn the Guy

This year I was overcome with nostalgia. I wanted to return to The Uk on Bonfire Night.
V came with me
We went to Newick where I spent my first ten years. I hadn't been back for forty years but Guy was the same

Pity I couldn't say the same about the costumes. The amazing Zulu warriors, Mexicans complete with hats and Indian cheifs were replaced by rather unmemorable sailors dressed in what looked like rugby shirts.
These Romans were an exception and easily walked off with the fancy dress prize


At the end of the parade were the barrel men picking up the dropped burning torches.










The bonfire was glorious but the fireworks?
There were plenty of them but whether due to cloud, smoke or simply standing in the wrong place we saw very little of them.
But some of the happy old memories were compensated by new additions. The beer, (definitly didn't drink that when young). The roast pork, crackling and apple sauce roll, (beats fish and chips anyday).
And the weather was clement, I remember one particularly freezing night dressed up as a Fry's Turkish delight belly dancer..
So the conclusion? I'll be back one day

3 comments:

Jane said...

I said to my kids today "It's Bonfire Night." They've lived abroad most of their lives so they can't really remember the tradition. But I miss it. I have a hankering for Yorkshire Parkin and jacket potatoes today.

Suse-the-slow-knitta said...

what amazing fun! your old stomping ground knows how to live it up!

Kathy said...

So that's it then, is it? Looks pretty entertaining! For some reason I thought of Mardi Gras, even though I've never been, when I saw the Romans...not even sure how I made that connection, LOL. Still it did look like fun!