The Night Before Guy Fawkes

Here in New Zealand it’s Monday night, 4 November, the night before Guy Fawkes night and the letting off of fireworks. Not that people have been put off by the date! Tonight, and every night for the last few days, bangs and crackers have been filling the night air. As I write I’ve twice heard the woosh of sky rockets rushing into the sky.

I wonder why people are so intent in sending all their hard earned money up in smoke? The whole idea of letting off fireworks on Guy Fawkes night has become a money making, fireworks lighting, silly kind of a ritual. Do any of the people letting off fireworks either know or think about why we do it on November 5th?

Hopefully I’ll get some sleep tonight so I can stay up and watch the colourful displays in the sky tomorrow night, the real date of Guy Fawkes celebrations.

What a Wonderful Weekend

I’ve been in writers paradise for the last three days, at the river mouth of a small New Zealand seaside town tucked away from all the hustle and bustle. My only company was the wonderful birds, feeding on the mudflats.

I went to write and managed to get some writing done, not all of it what I’d planned on doing. But writing is writing is writing, so if was the word count I was after, then I probably achieved it.

Sometimes we need to get away from everyday life, in order to get things done. I’ve returned feeling fresh, and ready to face the world again. Now it’s back to reality.