Shall we have a bonfire, you ask? A bonfire, yes, an excellent fire that burns bones until our very scaffold of humanity cracks and crumbles into the original dust, and the dogs from the forest when all the people have gone will curl upwind from the embers, backs to the glow, one eye on the darkness….
What? Oh yes. Probably a few sparklers and some toffee apples for the youngsters. Roberta’s bringing quiche.