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Smells like treason
Nov. 9th, 2009 10:26 amSaturday I went to Winchester to meet up with an old friend and his 88-year-old ex-trapeze artist grandmother to watch the awesome free fireworks. Came out of the station to be confronted by the torchlit procession on its way to the bonfire. A virtually impenetrable tide of people with burning torches surged towards me, it was rather like being the only gill-less person in Innsmouth...
(This is the only photo I could find from this year's procession, it's not mine... my camera shamefully ran out of batteries. This one from 2006 also gives a good flavour of the flaming torches marching through the mediaeval town).
Nana brought a flask of red-hot Gluhweihn and hot chocolate, and the nephews turned up with sparklers. My torch now lies, soggy and crumbly, in my back garden... it still smells of hot paraffin and soot. I do love the smell of trumped-up treason charges in the morning!
(This is the only photo I could find from this year's procession, it's not mine... my camera shamefully ran out of batteries. This one from 2006 also gives a good flavour of the flaming torches marching through the mediaeval town).
Nana brought a flask of red-hot Gluhweihn and hot chocolate, and the nephews turned up with sparklers. My torch now lies, soggy and crumbly, in my back garden... it still smells of hot paraffin and soot. I do love the smell of trumped-up treason charges in the morning!