Gunpoweder, treason, and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 't was his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark latern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, ring bells, ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King.
So obviously this post is about the 5th of November, better known in England as Guy Fawke's Day.
My story starts here. I went down to Lewes with Mike and Karl and the rest of Sussex Uni and probably about 40,000 (!!!!) other people from Brighton and beyond about 4 pm on Monday. We made a stop at Harvey's Brewery Pub to grab a pint of their special November Ale always released on the 5th. Bonfire Boy. A very appropriate name. We ventured up High Street trying to find a good spot to watch the processions when we were suddenly shoved aside (hey we got front row seats!!) for them. 3 hours of processions followed. After the grand procession we had the option of 5 different bonfire sites speckled around town. We decided to skip the crowds and followed the majority of the young people up a GIANT neverending hill to the top of the Lewes Golf Course. We found a comfy spot on the green and settled down. Our view consisted of all 5 bonfire sites and subsequently all 5 fireworks shows. These shows put our San Diego fireworks shows to shame. ABSOLUTE shame. They were comparable to the Lake Union 4th fireworks, but there were 5 of them. So way cooler! Anyways, all in all, a fabulous, insanely crowded, 8-hour, surreal, unexplainable no matter how hard I try, wouldn't-take-it-back for a million dollars kind of evening.
Check out this link for a good little article about it:
http://www.icons.org.uk/theicons/collection/bonfire-night/features/november-5th-in-lewes
Pictures up soon! Cheers ma dears.
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