Bonfire Night

Such a lovely day yesterday. Isabella and I were heading of for a walk on the beach in the morning, but as I lifted her out of the car I realised I had forgotten to put any shoes on. Stockinged feet on a cold beach didn't seem such a good idea, so what to do with one disappointed toddler. Little in the world is as good to Isabella as a play on the beach, generally involving water, shell collecting and...water. We went home to have a rethink over boiled egg and 'toldiers'.



The sun shone, albeit with that cool gleam which bleaches colour out of the leaves and a hint of mist circling through the branches, but it called to em nonetheless so wrapped up in gardening coats and wellies we ventures forth for a (long) overdue clear up. First the ducks needed feeding, not easy when the bin is as big as you.



Next there were leaves to rake up which Tiger Lily the Pestilent insisted on helping with. Lucy and I are going to place some piles at the end of the garden at the weekend in one of the many overgrown areas for our resident hedgehogs to hopefully use this winter, but there were plenty left for the bonfire tonight.



We spent a happy hour or two together, me planting and Isabella removing in favour of her own sticks. Later in the day, once the hen had taken herself off to bed, I lit the campfire and we burned sparklers which Dave had found in the garage. Lucy and Isabella shrieked as the sparks flew and the fire roared, the first time that Isabella really understood what it was all about. Sam and I stoked the flames until finally there was nothing left to burn and then we all trailed in for jacket potatoes by the log fire in the sitting room.



A perfect day.