If I look on my little map in blogger about the people who read me (thank you thank you thank you) I can see a large portion of you guys are across the pond in America and it occurred to me you might know nothing about a little "holiday" we call Guy Fawkes night?So here's a very brief outline... At the beginning of the 17th Century a man called Guy Fawkes plotted to blow up the Houses of Parliament with gun powder. His plan was foiled and Fawkes was captured. He sat trial for treason, found guilty and was hung, drawn and quartered. It's a favourite part of British history taught at Primary School on account of the gory part where they chop him up (drawn and quartered). We have fireworks parties on (or around) Guy Fawkes Night to be reminded that blowing up the Houses of Parliament is generally a bad idea... A sound lesson I feel. We have sparklers, mulled wine, wooly hats, a bonfire, kids make "Guys"out of straw and old clothes, there's a big bonfire to burn the Guys and a fireworks display.
So here is baby girl's first Guy Fawkes Night...
Remember remember...
Lessons:
1. These histories, traditions and occasions seem so much more important now we're a family.
2. It was good for me to take her out of routine for an evening. Routine is good but it's important to remind ourselves the sky won't collapse if we step out of it for a night.
3. I need a ton more practice with low light photography...
