It was Guy Fawkes Day early this month (5 Nov to be exact). This annual celebration in Great Britain commemorates the fact that King James I had survived an assassination attempt by the Gunpowder Plot. Guy Fawkes happened to be the fella guarding the explosives and was arrested. The people were happy that the loser got caught and set up bonfires in celebration. Hahaha. Well that’s my interpretation anyway. These days, in place of bonfires (at least in London) there’s a whole bunch of fireworks. So hubby and I thought we’d venture out to Primrose Hill to enjoy the sights.
And this was what we got…
Yeah – totally unimpressed.
Plus side to that cold, cold evening…our dinner at The Queens. Right around the corner from the park, The Queens is a cozy gastro pub with gorgeous wallpapered interiors, dark wood furnishings, chandeliers and pretty decent food.
Grilled camembert cheese, roasted quail with lentils, roasted partridge with potatoes and watercress and to finish it off, a pear bakewell tart and a rich sticky date cake with vanilla bean ice cream.
So yes, the fireworks did suck…but the evening hanging out with hubby and enjoying a cozy dinner together made it all better. Much better.