Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…
On Saturday Mary and Hank celebrated being in their house for over a year now. They invited a bunch of friends and family over and went to the local paintball fields to take pot shots at each other. Bill got really fired up about this and donned his complete camo gear. As I was off the team (I decided it would probably be a good idea not to risk injury to baby or myself) Bill’s best man, Richard, took my spot. It was good to see him in person. I had almost forgotten what he looked like as in my mind he’d been replaced by Klangaddin, a little dwarf hunter with a big gun and a nice white bear!
We all met up at the Leslie’s and then the brave soldiers went on to the paintball fields from there. Looking at the recruits I was a little concerned. I’m not sure any of the others had been before and their choice of clothing was a little skimpy, and beacon bright. We managed to persuade a few of them to put on some extra layers and dark coloured long sleeved shirts before they went!
I stayed back at the house and had a lovely time on Mary and Hank’s new screened back porch. The only thing to ruin the peace was the sound of real shooting coming from the woods, I guess it’s deer season. 🙁 The back porch is really amazing and like an extra room. They even have a flat screen tv mounted on the outside wall so you can recline in a nice comfy lounger and watch the telly. At least, this is what I would have done if I could have actually found something worth watching on it!
A couple of hours later Bill’s folks arrived at the house and we pottered about until the paintballers returned, tired and bruised but in good spirits. Bill was unscathed (though very sore the next day) but a couple had some nasty battle wounds. Richard had managed to collect a cluster of welts down one side, and one young lad had a very angry welt right in the middle of his back. That was apparently Richard’s doing. The boy’s dad had got shot while requesting his son’s surrender, so Richard had taken no chances and pelted him in the back before the same happened to him!
Back at the house as evening came we watched the sunset then lit a bonfire at the bottom of the garden. Toasted marshmallows were a great way to finish the day, and the bonfire was very apt seeing as Guy Fawke’s Night was being celebrated in England. No fireworks for us in Georgia, but I think paintball was a pretty good substitution too, even if I was out of action.
Actually, this year was the 400th anniversary of the Catholic plot to blow up Parliament and take out the aristocracy and overthrow King James I in one foul crash of bricks and mortar. Guy Fawkes was supposed to light the fuse but was discovered hiding in a cellar below the House of Lords with 36 barrels of gunpowder. He was tortured for days until he gave up all his co-conspirators (despite the authorities already knowing full well who the perpetrators were) and then hung, drawn and quartered.
Although some folks seem to think that by burning Guys on bonfires we are honouring the attempted treason, in reality I’m sure we are celebrating that the plot was foiled.
I hope the Brits got to see some good fireworks this year and the weather wasn’t a damp squib everywhere?