Bonfire Night Doesn't Necessarily Mean Bonfires

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent

To blow up King and Parliament.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

To remember, remember this fifth of November, Ricky, Christine, Eve, Anna and I hiked up to Holyrood in order to see what is hailed as the biggest fireworks show Edinburgh has to offer. On our way, we could see fireworks from all directions between buildings, and when we finally arrived, all bundled up and sitting in long grass, we could see fireworks being set off in all directions. The real show, though, was to our right, the major event of the evening. Most people pay five pounds to sit in an arena and see the show, some drive their cars onto the field opposite Holyrood, and students just march halfway up the mountain, pop a squat, and watch. Though chilly, it was quite a fun night.