I can’t begin to describe how amazing bonfire night in Lewes is. You could start by reading this article.
We arrived about 4pm on the kind of day bonfire night should be on. So clear but with the hint of bonfire helping to create amazing sunsets.

We drank a pint as the pubs were calling last orders at 4.30pm. The whole town was boarding up its windows. Even Argos shut early.
As we walked round a corner six men in black and white jerseys came walking towards us with flaming tar barrels.

They waited there for a while talking about feeling nervous and that when they finished the race they would probably be sick.
We heard loud speakers telling the crowd to keep back. The hundreds of spectators went quiet and then giant burning crosses appeared over the small bridge under the ‘No Popery’ banners.

The procession went by and the men with the burning barrels made their way to the top of the bridge. We followed them and then heard the man in animal skins and antlers telling everyone to put their fingers in their ears. The loudest bang you have ever heard followed by a burning barrel race, three a breast to the end of the street. It laughed in the face of health and safety regulation and it was fantastic.
The processions got steadily more exciting with burning crosses and barrels being thrown off the bridge, lots of firework throwing and moving war memorials. The walk back to the train meant avoiding the piles of burning rubble in the street.
Tom was a bit cross (eek sorry):
