The UK is currently celebrating Bonfire Night. Every 5th November we light bonfires and set off fireworks to celebrate the saving of Parliament from the plot by Guy Fawkes and his co-conspirators to blow up parliament with barrels of gunpowder. Although given the current standing of our parliamentarians I think sympathy is shifting towards Mr Fawkes.
Rather than attend the local firework display, or to buy my own fireworks, I tried to take some photographs of them as they lit up the sky between the houses.
It is a law of physics that what goes up must come down. Here are the remains of a firework outside the front door!
Here is a traditional poem to help remind us of the date of Bonfire Night:
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,
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d (or by God’s mercy*)
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holla boys, Holla boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him? Burn him!