I don't know how long you've been reading this blog. If you're one of the people that's been checking my sporadic posts for more than a year, then you may remember my entry from November 3, 2004, Four. Stinking. Years.
I'm not going to repeat everything that I said a year ago; if you want to know, then read it yourself. But I'll tell you that, as the photograph testifies, I finally fulfilled my dream of attending the big celebration at Roundhay Park last night. And very enjoyable it was too. I went with a group of good friends, and it was everything I thought it would be, and more. We ate toffee apples. We watched fireworks. We enjoyed the heat of a huge bonfire. I purchased an overpriced, underflavoured cheeseburger. We revelled in the 400 year past torture and execution of a group of conspiratory Catholics. Check out the rest of the pictures in the Kodak gallery...
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2 comments:
No fair! I love fires and marshmallows and fireworks.
I'm going to start a Canadian ritual like that!
But it will be to celebrate something not kill people...
b:)
well Beth-we could always just bring marshmallows and set up bonfires on Victoria day or Canada day-those seem quite celebratory. Unless of course you really want to make a new holiday that is known for the bonfire-marshmallow-fireworks combination...
Matthew
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