...are popping and crackling around as I write this, with rockets shooting up into the sky and leaving glorious trails of glittering stars. It has been a very dark and rainy day, and the traditional November sounds and sparks are cheering and oddly reassuring.
The fireworks at Bogle Towers were set off in due style last week, with neighbours watching from a safe distance, sparklers in hand. We oohed and aahed and enjoyed ourselves, and, as always, there were echoes from childhood memories...
By tradition, we also always have a walk to our local railway bridge from where we get a fine view of any firework displays that are happening around the neighbouring roads. Although the trend over recent years has been away from family events and towards large crowds at huge spectacular, this year for obvious reasons things reverted to the older style. So it was all family displays, with rockets shooting up and bright flashes and bangs.
Today, I met a friend for a planned walk along the Thames. It rained and rained, and we ate our picnic (no possibility of a pub or cafe being open) with a small bottle of Prosecco and a flask of hot coffee. The Thames was grey and also oddly reassuring...it goes on being the same while events surge around it. While we were on the Isle of Wight some weeks back, J. quoted |Tennyson's Brook: "for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever..."