Guy Fawkes Night 2004 was a pretty special thing. Peering out of my window seat on the last flight of the night into Heathrow, I saw the dark countryside dotted with sparkling bonfires and instead of looking up at fireworks, I was taking in the explosive displays from above. County after county shot vibrant blurs of colour and smoke into the air- the tendrils of fire rapidly becoming more clear and defined as the holding pattern wound down to meet the runway. It was a visual reward for eight hours of flight from Chicago as I was beginning my new life in the UK. Neil and I like to joke fantastically that the festivities were heralding my arrival- a spectacular welcome. Flying over the UK fireworks equivalent to The Fourth of July was truly unique.
The multitude of celebratory pops, bangs, and whistles this week in our neighbourhood could be considered annoying, but to me it marks an important milestone in my life. I love it here.
Happy two years in England to me. 😀