Fireworks and life
Here in the South-East of England, the tradition of burning things and setting off lots of fireworks is alive and well and thriving around Guy Fawkes night. There’s this manic gleam in the eyes of those with fireworks as the light the fuses. There must be something deep and pagan about all of this.
We were going to go up to Lewes to see the fireworks display there; however people kept warning us off by saying there would be too many people, too much fire, not safe for kids etc. So we took the advice and headed off to a little village called Poynings for a nice gentle HUGE BONFIRE and over the top fireworks. A great night, made better by no long death march back to the car and a nice easy trip home. Mind you, the food was rubbish. But the bonfire was good and so were the fireworks.
Big bonfires work well when it is cold. And it was. Night are close to freezing, and the grass is crispy with frost when I head out the back door and across the field to the station early some mornings.
Life is good. I’m in the rhythm of work and lots of commuting and using some commute time to work on our still-secret web application which is accumulating funding and is building into a new real business steadily. I’ll write some more about that when we have something public to say.
I’ll tell some commuting stories here one day, too. There’s plenty to tell.
We got back from Spain just in time to nip to a bonfire down the road and watch some English crazies get up to no good with poppers. Lewes is a legendary night and I’m not sure you shouldn’t have taken the risk and gone.
Surprisingly warm and mild with no drizzle and a nice night. Good night for a Guy Fawkes. GL with the biz and hope to see you again soon.
Adam
Ah, we’ll have to go one year. We did stop by Ditchling Beacon on the way home and got a nice 360 degree view of fireworks all around towards the ocean and inland. So many fireworks. The kept going until Sunday night quite late, too.
Next year maybe Lewes.
Can there really be too much fire? It sounds great. So beautiful with the late autumn air, too.
We got a snippet of autumn in the air here today, but you know San Diego — it’s just a hint, a cotton sweater tied around my waist during a hike. That and a soft smell of the liquidambar leaves falling in the yard. And rustling of the cat, poking around in them for rats.
Where is it you are working? How long is the commute? How are you travelling?
Do tell. We miss you here on the other side of the hemisphere.
Hi Valerie love,
They really do get a bit silly about the fireworks. Bang bang bang. Still seem to be going on after a couple of weeks :-)
I sure do commute. 1hr 40 mins each way, but a good 40 minutes of that is walking, so it keeps me in some sort of shape. The rest of the trip is a train ride. Long days away from home. A big change from being an almost totally home-based worker for many years. But good in lots of ways.
I work for UBS Investment Bank. Full of cool people, I’m having a lot of fun there.
Speaking of Autumn, something just happened here where the leaves all turned very yellow and fell off at once. Bang. Autumn is here. The field I walk across to the station is getting muddy, but the skies are bigger and more beautiful than ever.
And it is getting to cold noses and ears weather here, though there is something intensely enjoyable about stepping out of a warm home into a cold morning.