There were fireworks tonight!

Fireworks of the belated 5 November variety I mean.  We drove about twenty minutes to the Minchhampton school or similar, for a huge bonfire and fireworks display.  Not being one who particularly likes fireworks at close quarters, I was glad when it was over and actually enjoyed three other major displays in the surrounding villages from the safety of the car, far more,

The last time I celebrated fireworks with the family was in Christchurch about 40+ years ago in my parents' garden.  On that notable occasion we had a "guy" of sorts burning in the incinerator outside and I took advantage of burning a large bundle of letters from an ex beau/fiancé whilst dancing a solo war dance around it.

The following Sunday, Sarah's teacher - who was the pastors daughter at the church I attended - came up to me and said "I hear you've burnt all the love letters then"!  Sarah claims she has no memory of it at all but does recall that she had a mad crush on her teacher at the time!

As with Christmas, UK has got it right for fireworks celebrations too.  It is dark by around 5pm so there's no hanging around waiting for it to get dark for either the 5 November displays or the Christmas lights.  We were home by 8pm but I admit to being blooming cold with muddied feet and total night blindness.

Though, as previously I am amazed how clearly the "face" of the man in the moon appears here when all I can ever see at home is a large eared rabbit.  I know I've reported that in a previous visit's blog, but I really am amazed how clear it is and at home I often find myself wishing I could see it over there as well. 

Will says that Rachel seemed more alert today and joined in singing some of the tunes on "Strictly come dancing" tonight.  Hannah came over and spent some time with her this afternoon - and Will's family visited from Essex as well.  Sarah is going to be with her tomorrow morning so that Will can spend time with Kitty, Henry, Georgia and Luke.  I guess I'll be able to go again some time during the week but am happy with the time we've had together so far and don't want to intrude on precious time that the others could be having.

Philip was quietly pleased to give Rachel communion today.  She'd asked for it previously from the Harley Street chaplain, who happily did so but insisted on doing a full 1.5 hour private service for her.  Her father was far more considerate but said it was a very special time for them both.

We all seem to be breathing more easily just at the moment, knowing that we have a two week cushion before we need to start getting anxious again ... yet all the time knowing that's simply just burying our heads in the sand.