Dead of Night.

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I was reading that there is an old tradition,

that tonight is the night for burning your nuts!

It’s true!

The tradition of burning nuts on Hallow E’en goes back to those far off Celtic days when nuts and bones were thrown into the fires to produce loud bangs, thus frightening off evil spirits.

I don’t think I’ll bother, there are enough loud bangs around here already from fireworks without me adding to it. Besides it would frighten the cats.

Talking of cats - I wonder where they are?

Heavens, who’s this outside - and who’s that with him?

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Whilst I dig out my flash -

here’s an old postcard I had lined up for today.

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Ah, so it was Hazel out there in the dark with her ‘toyboy’!

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I don’t know his name or where he comes from. He just comes round twice a day on the scrounge. In through the flap as ‘bold as brass’ and polishes off the leftovers - the cats that is, not mine! Hazel doesn’t seem to mind but Wesley will see him off.

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Nice clock....but you can always tell an artist

who knows nothing about clocks!

The pendulum should be pivoted from a point

near the number XII.

I’m not really into all this Hallow E’en stuff.

Too commercialised if you ask me.

However, the traditional fare sounds interesting.

“Serve warming mugs of apple, turnip or pumpkin soup, devil’s food cake decorated with a spider’s web of icing, pumpkin pie, gingerbread men, baked apples, currant buns (soul cakes), devils-on-horseback (prunes wrapped in bacon)

and wash it all down with a large mug of ‘Lamb’s Wool’."

You can find out about Lamb’s Wool from this post last year.

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