Nov 5th

I spent last night doing what I always do on Bonfire Night - In my garden watching all the fireworks going off in my neighbourhood.

One of my first memories was doing this. I can recall standing by my backdoor, aged around three or four years-old,  with my father as he was pointing out the colourful pyrotechnics as they painted the sky.

Only, I thought they were real rockets going to space.

I've continued the tradition of sitting outside and watching them and it seems to be the same every year.

The areas to my right have fireworks that don't seem to make any noise. The ones in front have noisy ones but there are trees obstructing my view and then, to the left of me, is the best of the lot. Loud and colourful fireworks.

I'll be back out there next year.