Fireworks Night

Tonight is fireworks and bonfire night in the village of Shepton. Every year, the committee organises a display of fireworks in the field that is at the centre of the village, charges a modest entry fee and saves the irritation of bangers scaring local pets for weeks either side of the 5th November. The committee always manages to rope in sponsorship from local businesses (yes, me included) and the events they run really help to bond the people of this place into a community. We have fun together.

This year, I won't be able to get up the field as it's fairly steep and lumpy and I'm not all that good on flat, smooth surfaces at the moment. The good news is that our big front bedroom window looks out over the field and I shall have a great view of the fireworks, even if I don't get to sample the hog roast and rub shoulders with everyone else. I'm hoping that by next year, I shall be able to canter up the field like a young filly let out after a long winter confinement!

And, just as the firework display is about to start, the winds which have been vigorous, have become wild and the rain is lashing down. It's a shame, as just about every event the village has organised over the past year has been rained on; never rained off, as there's an attitude here that seems to say, "it's only a bit of rain/storm, let's party anyway" and as I finish writing I can hear the first rocket going off... better go and hold the cat's paw!