I’ve never been a big fan of fireworks. In fact, up until fairly recently, I really didn’t like them. We lived in a rough area where silly groups of kids thought it was a good idea to let off fireworks at any time of the day or night, and to be honest, we could never be quite sure if we were hearing fireworks or gunshots.
This year, the boys have shown an interest in bonfire night, especially as Harrison seems to have learned a little about the gunpowder plot at school. We promised them that we would take them to see some fireworks, so on Saturday that’s exactly what we did.
We wrapped up warm – it was absolutely freezing – and we headed off to the local church, where there was a little bonfire party. It was really nice because we haven’t really had a chance to meet anyone from around here yet. We got talking to the people who run the church and found out about a playgroup which we will be taking Benjamin to, and an after school club for Harrison and Alex. We had hot dogs and hot chocolate and toasted some marshmallows on the fire.
We then got back in the car and drove a few miles down the coast road to Penmaenmawr beach, where there was a free display being held. It was so, so cold and we weren’t sure how the kids would react, so we stayed by the car. We had the most amazing view where we were. Alex and Harrison watched from the car window, whilst Benjamin snuggled up to Graham. It was the first proper firework display I’ve ever watched, and it was magical!