Mark Higginson

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Explosions in the sky

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Last night Lucinda and I tromped across dark and muddy fields into Firle to watch our local village's firework display. It was pretty incredible. It had all the scale of the famous Lewes event but with none of the crowds; as such it felt completely authentic and ten times better. Firle Bonfire Society did themselves proud with an epic three-part performance, bookended by a march through the village by costumed, torch-bearing revelers accompanied by bagpipes and firecrackers.

The event was a curious mix of Bonfire Night, Samhain, a remembrance of more recent historical events and a thumbing of the collective nose at contemporary figures; effigies of David Cameron and Nick Clegg in bed together were burned. All of this was carried out with a charming lack of regard for public safety.

Thanks to our hosts Charlie and Jen; Tom for the cookies. A delicious night of anarchy.

Wild ponies

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I went for a walk up Firle Escarpment the other day. As I reached the top and looked back cloud enveloped me, a watery greyness that cleared as quickly as it had arrived, leaving a rainbow behind. In the distance dark curtains of rain swept across The Weald. On the way back down I encountered a herd of ponies. As I skirted around them one trotted over to investigate.