Bonfire Night

We didn't have a bonfire or big display of fireworks - our garden is so small that we'd probably set something on fire - but after tea we went out side and waved some sparklers around in the damp air, trying to draw circles and write our names. Bella was endlessly entertained by them and waved them around with abandon, but Angus eyed them suspiciously and was not at all keen to hold one. He was happy to watch. I took photos while John moaned about the box of matches and said we should've bought a lighter. 

It's suddenly so cold. The weather has really shifted over the last week and now winter does not feel all that far away. Bonfire night brings out the nostalgic traditionalist in me. We ate sausages, jacket potatoes and baked beans for tea, the sort of food I associate with this night from my own childhood. I've made Yorkshire parkin, a tradition that is new to me but one I have happily adopted. When the kids are in bed we'll eat some parkin with a cup of tea and watch Homeland. We've just started on the first series and are already hooked. 

It's fairy light city round here now. Once it starts to get dark I switch them on and they add a little cosy cheer to dark corners. They remind me a bit of fireworks now I think of it. It's been all go on the Christmas present making front too, I'll have some bits and bobs to show you soon I hope.