Saturday, 5 November 2016

Battel Bonfire ; 2016.

One night a year, this quaint little historical village becomes a smouldering pagan dream world. Rammed with folks gulping smoke, at times trying to pass by quietly then some other times unable to keep themselves from yelling. The night builds to a screaming whistling climax, and then with an almighty BANG that alights and thumps in your chest right beneath our hearts, that's it for another year. We go home, hair thick and stinking with smoke, and we're too wiped out to care that it'll transfer to our pillows. It's fine, we'll wash it tomorrow. 



And we wait for it all to happen again, in 365 days. It's always worth it. 

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