Battel Bonfire ; 2016.
One
night a year, this quaint little historical village becomes a
smouldering pagan dream world. Rammed with folks gulping smoke, at
times trying to pass by quietly then some other times unable to keep
themselves from yelling. The night builds to a screaming whistling
climax, and then with an almighty BANG that alights and thumps in
your chest right beneath our hearts, that's it for another year. We
go home, hair thick and stinking with smoke, and we're too wiped out
to care that it'll transfer to our pillows. It's fine, we'll wash it
tomorrow.
And
we wait for it all to happen again, in 365 days. It's always worth
it.
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