Bonfire Night

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Bad photos I know Connor, but the sun was in the wrong place and dad wouldn't move the bonfire!

Richard, chief stirrer and me

French man on the left likes kittens

Tempete charming everyone, just as well Anita didn't have a bag or he would of been kitten napped.

We had our annual bonfire night celebrations on Friday with the weather unbelievably warm and dry we decided to hold celebrations in the new (re erected after the wind) poly tunnel before farm machinery will  be stored there. Tables and benches borrowed from the Marie made it much easier to put up rather than moving furniture around in the gites. With the spare gas cooker coming out of hiding a make shift kitchen was placed there too for reheating food.

With the most people to date a sit down meal of chestnut soup, bangers, mash and onion gravy and apple & peach crumble with custard was served. This could not of been done without my sous chef and chief peeler, Anita who rallied round fetching and carrying, washing up and serving along with her husband Richard who was chief stirrer of mulled wine and soup. Along with two other friends, Don and Jackie who fetched and carried and served. Thank you all!

The job of Guy making was down to me this year, his head made from one of Freya's cast off skirts. Farmer J built the fire (we had a bit of wood to burn) it was he who placed Guy in a camp pose (which was noted by quiet a few people). Fireworks and sparklers lit with the bonfire after. It stayed so warm throughout the night everyone seemed to enjoy themselves but that might of been down to one small fluff ball who stole the show. Throughout the night he was cuddled and fussed over and asked if he could be taken home - I forgot to check everyone as they left as at one point who was seen inside a French mans jacket. Thankfully he was at the back door for breakfast Saturday morning.

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