Last night was Guy Fawkes Night or bonfire night. We didn't do anything to celebrate. No bonfire, no fireworks, nuthin.
Today during his lunch break, The Man of the Place discovered that there were many places selling discounted fireworks. He came home at the end of the day with an entire bin liner (trash bag) full of fireworks!! I put the above photo of the firework bounty to taunt my nephews Sam and Joe and their father Jay. The firework shop in Carlisle is still open. I haven't seen El Diablo in the window for a while, but I am sure that something just as explosive exists. He tried to get ones that are sparkly rather than loud. George and I don't like the loud ones. I'm sure that our dog, Polly wouldn't like them either.
Star drawn in the air with a sparkler.
We lit one fountain and a packet of sparklers. We'll set the rest off later.