Tonight is not the night for an early night as all Castleford (and the country) has gone firework mad.
Big bangs, little bangs, whirling katherine wheels, whizzing rockets.
The cold November air is full of the smell of sulphur and smoke.
The kids have waved their sparklers, and been given a toffee apple each.
I can remember standing on race courses watching firework displays and bonfires.
The cold air made you wear hat, scarf, gloves, and thick coat.
Guy Fawkes are you smiling down at the remembrance of trying to blow up the houses of Parliament?
A lot of time has passed but the memory has passed into common memory, a public celebration every year on the weekend closest to November the 5th.
The garden clean up will start tomorrow.Not just our fireworks, but all the stray ones that have landed in our garden.
Hope you all have a happy and safe bonfire night wherever you may be celebrating!