This Guy Fawkes our children dug out a fire pit, collected driftwood and built a fire. They purchased giant marshmallows to toast on sticks and we enjoyed watching other families set off fireworks on the beach as we ate them.
I told them stories about the days before political correctness. Of the giant bonfires and of Guy competitions. I told them about putting your guy in a wheelbarrow to wheel around the neighborhood to show others. I told them about putting fireworks in the guy’s pockets so they would go off when he was placed on the bonfire with the others.
I remember a very happy afternoon spent making my guy. Stuffing his clothes with newspaper. Using my Mum’s old stockings to make his legs and arms.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane, shall we?