November is my favourite month of the year, mainly because I got married on 4th November 2000 to the most incredible women in the world, but also because of bonfire night! I have always loved the combo of fireworks and bonfires; there is something about the explosion and roar of flames that just ticks a box in me (in re-reading that sentence I fear I might come across as a bit of a pyromaniac!)
Every November for the last 8 years a family friend has held a small display on his smallholding. Every year it gets better and better, but if I’m honest the best bits of all happens during the afternoon prior to the event.
As the boys and I headed over to Theo’s house I knew that they were going to have the time of their lives because for the next few hours we were about to build the mother of all bonfires. To say that the bonfire is big is an understatement, it’s massive. Harvey was like a kid in a candy store, chopping branches, ripping up boxes, digging holes for fireworks, setting up fencing, carrying pails of water. HE LOVED IT. Jasper just loved racing up and down the massive pile of branches and logs and declared himself king of the castle. As for me I love watching them be boys, doing boy things. It’s times like this that they become alive deep within themselves, their eyes widen and they shout war cries of invincibility and adventure. Life has become too cotton wool covered and so I value opportunities that hours spent like this bring them, the running, climbing, leaping. The space to be the boys they need to be. I watch them and hope that the sparks that fun-days like this set off, light fires deep within them that will burn throughout their lives as men. I want my sons to find the adventure in everything they do, to know that life isn’t to be lived mundanely or “safely