Remember, remember the Fifth of November!

Remember, remember the Fifth of November!

“Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason. Why the gunpowder treason. Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent. To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below. To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence, he was catch’d . With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!”


Last weekend me, my sister and niece decided to go to a local firework display. Well, my sister decided and dragged me and Alisa along too. Is it just me or was it tropical one day and arctic winter the next. I swear on the Friday I was wearing a t-shirt and on the Saturday I was wearing the unsexiest thermals on.


I don’t know who had more layers on! Also how cute is Alisa 🙂


So I don’t totally hate winter I actually love it up until 1st of January. What is not to love about the first couple of months. Halloween, Bonfire night and the run-up to Christmas, by far the best time of the year. But from the 1st January, I am totally over it, January blues kick in and its just dark and cold.

On top of all the wonderful holidays, there is all the fun fairs, burger vans, mulled wine and European markets on every corner. I am a sucker for a travelling funfair, I mean you have all the bright lights, the smell of doughnuts and hot dogs in the air. Not to mention the most incredible playlist of 90s dance classics. So yeah I am a total sucker for travelling fairs I don’t even mind playing the ridiculously high price for a game of hook a duck.


So I love a fun fair (not sure how many times I can write that in a blog post) but I can no longer go on them. If you are my age you will probably remember the awful joke that your dad used to say about the bench being the best ride at the fair. Well, I 100% get that now! I got vertigo a few years ago really bad and ended up poorly for 8 weeks so now I won’t risk anything that makes me dizzy. Basically, I have turned into a middle-aged man.


Sisters that freeze their butts off together stay together.


A little history for you………………….

The tradition of Guy Fawkes-related bonfires actually began the very same year as the failed coup. The Plot was foiled in the night between the 4th and 5th of November 1605. Already on the 5th, agitated Londoners who knew little more than that their King had been saved, joyfully lit bonfires in thanksgiving. As years progressed, however, the ritual became more elaborate.


Soon, people began placing effigies onto bonfires, and fireworks were added to the celebrations. Effigies of Guy Fawkes, and sometimes those of the Pope, graced the pyres. Still today, some communities throw dummies of both Guy Fawkes and the Pope on the bonfire (and even those of a contemporary politician or two), although the gesture is seen by most as a quirky tradition, rather than an expression of hostility towards the Pope.


Preparations for Bonfire Night celebrations include making a dummy of Guy Fawkes, which is called “the Guy”. Some children even keep up an old tradition of walking in the streets, carrying “the Guy” they have just made, and beg passersby for “a penny for the Guy.” The kids use the money to buy fireworks for the evening festivities.


On the night itself, Guy is placed on top of the bonfire, which is then set alight; and fireworks displays fill the sky.


The extent of the celebrations and the size of the bonfire varies from one community to the next. Lewes, in the South East of England, is famous for its Bonfire Night festivities and consistently attracts thousands of people each year to participate



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