One of the things I have most been looking forward to since retuning to the Uk, is getting to go to Bonfire Night.
Historically it is a celebration of the failure of Guy Fawkes and his friends plan to blow up King James I (VI of Scotland, have to put that in for my Dad) and the Houses of Parliament (you can find a more detailed account here, if you are curious).
Although a Guy is still made and burnt on the bonfire, the 5th November is now mainly a chance to watch fireworks, stand around a big fire, eat parkin and drink mulled wine and generally have a magical night.
There is something about the smell of a bonfire on a cold, crisp autumn night that is just gorgeous. I have always loved Bonfire Night, but I'm even more excited this year because; I haven't been to one in seven years, it will be my son's first Bonfire Night experience, and there is a brilliantly evocative scene in The Scorpio Races set around a Bonfire, that completely has me in the mood to go to one. Now if only I had a November cake to eat!