Sunday, 10 November 2013

I *heart* Wales

My Pa is in town for a week, so I get to hang out in Wales with my four favourite guys.







Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Remember, remember the 5th of November....?

Boo! What happened to Bonfire Night? Like Joanne Harris I feel nostalgic for the 5th of November of my childhood. It was one of my favourite days of the year. We would make treats at home, stay up later than usual and wrap up in coats and hats and go outside to spell out messages to each other with sparklers. We'd have a little bonfire and eat jacket potatoes in tin foil parcels and roast chestnuts on the fire. My Pa would almost always fail to attach the Catherine Wheel properly and it would spin off and chase his heels around the patio. We were in Yorkshire, so we ate parkin and cinder toffee. We'd look forward to the toffee apples and munch our way around the toffee until we reached the fluffy red apple and there ended our interest. I couldn't even find a toffee apple in the Co-op today. Apparently they'd been taken out with the Halloween stock and there were only fireworks for Bonfire Night. The Americanisation of autumn? Well, the Americans sure did Halloween well in Hay. Elizabeth Haycock's carved pumpkins at her bookshop were by far and away the most impressive in town. I love the teeth!



So in the absence of Bonfire fair in the shops and an oven at home (I'm still cooking on a camping stove), I made a hearty stew and bought a party bag of Crunchie bars. The boys walked to the bonfire and firework show down the road at Clyro Court. Happy times, but aint nowt like Yorkshire in t'seventies.