Bonfire night is always fun and usually muddy. This year we spent it with friends around a giant fire pit, armed with sausages and sparklers.

Instead of 'bring a bottle', we opted for 'bring some fireworks' and let the menfolk handle the pyrotechnics, whilst we ladies silently shepherded the wee ones away from impending doom.

We had a truly lovely night, never to be forgotten, if for no other reason than it marked my teenage son's inaugural passage in the world of drunkenness. Lesson well and truly learned.