my window and leaves swirl past as if they need to be somewhere in
a hurry. I almost feel like I should be preparing to brave the elements
whilst getting ready for school, so evocative is it of days of long ago
when such weather was something to be enjoyed (if you were ten
years old) rather than cower from like a big feartie.
I can smell that 'woody' tang in the air, with hints of fireworks
All Hallow's Eve and Guy Fawkes' Night seemed separated by a period
of several weeks instead of the actual five days that exist between them.
I can remember, in school, as the night of October 31st approached, the
than they actually were.
I've often wondered how such a thing can be so. If October 31st
28th. That means Guy Fawkes Night would have been on the following
Saturday, and mask-making day would have occurred on Friday the 4th -
a whole week later with a Saturday and Sunday in between. Well, week-
ends obviously seemed far longer to us as kids back then than they do
now, but not all mask-making afternoons were partitioned by a full
weekend, so the seemingly elongated interval between the two
events is not fully accounted for by such an explanation.
We'll just have to put it down to that same mysterious
better, brighter and longer than they really were. Don't we all feel that
the summers of our childhoods were gloriously sunny for months on
end, and that every Christmas morn we woke to find a deep carpet
of snow spread before us outside our bedroom windows?
I doubt I'm alone in preferring to recall some things as they
therefore it was" - as someone surely must have said.)