Last night, she said: "Oh baby, I feel so down. The way you turn me off, when I feel left out."

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

As the Bonfire Night aka Guy Fawkes Night came, me and Iris decided to go to an adventure after I got a hot insider tip about great location to see the fireworks and a bonfire. (Note to self: Never ever again trust the British in hot tips or location advices.)

Iris on the way, note the lovely weather

We headed our way towards Crooks and Bole Hill Park. After firstly taking the slightly D-touring route we finally found ourselves from quiet, nice and very posh cul de sac. I bet my chocolates on that the housewives cut the lawn with scissors. But there we were and in fact did saw some fireworks in the distance.

Tsk, tsk, who hasn't taken care of the hedge?

And then we found the park. And in we went and soon out we came since we didn't intented to get ourselves killed or raped. The park was extremely creepy looking and no one was there, not at least having fun and enjoying the Bonfire Night. So we turned around and started to walk back home.

The view between two houses down to the valley

And of course we took another route, just to try our luck. After a little walk we found a bus and the driver kindly told us where we could end up with his ride. So on we hopped. And then in the middle of the journey we spotted a bonfire in a back yard of a pub and of the buss we went and realised that we have no clue what so ever where we were (we were in Walkley). Thank god, nice lady told us where we can take a bus to Broomhill and we were sorted!

Me and the bonfire

Iris and the bonfire

And back to Broomhill we found. We went to get some nice stuff from Spar and went home and had chocolate cocoas. Before going to Arne's and having a drink. Or two. Or few.

Iris hanging out and waiting for the bus to take us home