Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot. I think is the poem I learnt as a child.
November the 5th is remembered in Britain as the date Guy Fawkes was caught with fellow plotters, trying to blow up the houses of Parliament with barrels of gunpowder in the cellars of the building.
I cant remember much detail because I must have heard about it over 40 years ago. But on or about the 5th the country lights up with flashes of colour and loud bangs, whistles and whizzing fireworks.
The problem is when you have animals they can get very scared even living in a house with double glazing. We stay in to keep our cats company, Put the TV volume up and try and keep them calm. I don’t get to see fireworks very often, but I love them so I tried drawing something, swirling, exploding, colourful.