It’s a shame I don’t have any photographs to go alongside this post but growing up my family just didn’t take many pictures. However, we always had a Bonfire Night party and they were awesome.
My mum would have the oven on with potatoes slowly baking. The aroma would fill the whole house and I’d impatiently wait for it to get dark and our guests to arrive. We’d have hotdogs, potatoes with beans or chilli and bonfire toffee a plenty.
My Dad would have been prepping the bonfire for a couple of days before, burning whatever pieces of wood he had left from his woodwork projects. A few days before my Dad and I would have walked to the firework shop a couple of miles away from my house. We didn’t have a car back then so we pretty much walked everywhere. It felt like it took forever and my Dad walked so quick I’d have to do a little quick step to keep up with him. For every step he took I had to take three.
We’d also have the nightmare of coaxing my two cats in to their safe place of the cellar. The cellar sounds awful but it was more like a workshop as my Dad did his woodwork down there. Please, if you have pets, make sure they’re safe on Bonfire Night.
On the night there’d be the nip in the air and everyone would be bundled up in their winter warmers. My Auntie and Uncle were regular guests along with my best friend and her parents and some of my parents friends. We’d have music on and my Dad would be in charge of stoking the fire and setting off the fireworks, only once getting caught out by a rogue firework and nearly joining it screaming way up in to the sky!!
I’d always go to bed late that night, tired, full of yummy food and with a smell of smoke in my hair.
Do you go to Bonfire parties? Have you ever hosted your own?