There is no denying that I am an absolute nut for fireworks and so, despite Alby not having napped at nursery, despite him then sleeping through dinner time, despite having to leave Percy in the house with bangs going off outside, despite running out of time (a constant theme in my life) we went a bonfire spotting this evening.
RAF Dishforth (just down the road) were hosting a Bonfire and Fireworks spectacular which we were all welcome to. And what’s even better, it was totally free of charge.
Alby was an absolute star. After an afternoon spent moved from house to car to Tesco to car to dog walk to car to ruddy great field and wrapped in so many layers it’s a wonder he didn’t overheat, he didn’t grizzle once. He stared at the other children and stared at the bonfire when it got lit and stared when the Guy got burnt. Having slept through dinner earlier on he got a bit hungry just before the display but I put him in the pouch and he admired much of the show from the comfort of the latch!
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| Snug as a bug in a hundred layers |
It was one of the worst fireworks displays I think I have ever seen but it didn’t matter. The sky was filled with glittery gold, my baby didn’t jump, wimper or cry. He watched in awe and from the most secure position possible – a lovely way to induct him to the bangs that come with each new November.
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