We had a lovely night on Saturday celebrating Bonfire night at the allotment. Everybody lit individual fires, so the whole place was dotted with little beacons of light, an awe inspiring sight and one that I imagine would have been seen hundreds of years ago as it was an old pagan folk custom to light bonfires across the land at this time of year. The light from the full moon and the warmth from the fire were intoxicating (the mulled wine helped too) and I decided that moonbathing is a benificial past time as it warms you from the inside out. I also decided, as we sat and watched millions of pounds exploding into the sky,that my parents were right when they would make us watch everybody elses fireworks instead of buying there own, it all seems such a waste.
(Photos by Mick)