I remember the 5th of November

Fifty years ago Guy Fawkes Night – on the fifth of November – was something we celebrated every year. In Poplar, opposite where I lived, was a bob site. It was a rectangle of land which some bomb had hit and left broken bricks and mortar, broken glass and debris. In summer the place was covered with Oxford Ragwort, which we called “wee a beds” because if you picked them you would wee the bed. Continue reading