Monday, 7 November 2011

Beverley bonfire night.

I went to my home town of Beverley over the weekend, to visit the fam. Happily, it was bonfire night, so we could go to see the bonfire and fireworks on the old Westwood. I've not been for years, ever since my mum's straw bag caught fire from a stray ember. A day of happy chazza shopping (only purchase was a book of Joan Baez's Christmas songs) was followed by a drink at Nellies.

Bonfire night

Then back home to change into wellies. Borrowed of course, these city folk would've just gone along in our Converse. (Which would've been a massive fail. I was up to my calves in a mixture of mud and cow pat at one point.)

Bonfire night

The narrow roads up to the Westwood were absolutely mobbed with welly-wearing townsfolk, trudging up for the display.

Bonfire night

The bonfire was huge. The crowd got all excited when it was lit, but excitement gave way to a lull as everyone became transfixed by the flames.

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Then the fireworks. I generally hate things that go bang, but they were at a safe distance. There were some groovy twirly ones, some that sort of sang a tune (really, it was weird) and then the big starburst ones that look as though they're coming towards you. Totally pretended I was in a scene from Melancholia. (Have you seen it? I loved it, personally. That final scene had the cinema in a stunned silence as the credits rolled!)

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

We walked the smoke out of our lungs the next day with a walk up to the Black Mill; a mill on the Westwood that everyone walks towards hypnotically.

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

Bonfire night

We had such a nice weekend that I can't stop looking at houses for sale up in Beverley. This lovely 3 bedroom house costs £145,000, and overlooks a green and a church. I grew up right around the corner. So tempting, after years of London flat living...

6 comments:

  1. Looks like a fun night, love the picture of the old folk looking at the fireworks - almost Dickensian feel! We went to Wales to the in laws for the same thing.

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  2. Aah - the Westwood. I feel so privileged to have lived in Beverley all these years. You two look great in your wellies (which I have just cleaned by the way!) X

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  3. I absolutely love the fourth photo from the end..

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  4. thanks Bardotty! And Sneaky, I see we did basically have the same weekend! your MILs place looks spectacular. x

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  5. I'm totally taken back to my childhood! I was born in Yorkshire and lived there until I was 10, then we moved to Portugal where I've been ever since. I miss England terribly now. I'm desperate to 'go home'. We're talking about it so hopefully it won't be long until we can follow those great traditions again.
    Thanks for taking me down memory lane... and making me miss England that little bit more!

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