No Fixed Abode

It’s not everyday that you join a parade, of mostly kids and parents, who are led by drummers while carrying homemade lanterns. Fran and I found ourselves fascinated by an all in one tiger suit that the little kid in front of us was wearing tucked into his wellies. Thanks to large gloomy clouds it was dark enough for the candles to have an effect and I impressed that the contraptions weren’t vulnerable to the breeze and drizzle. As we trundled through one park, across the main strip and into Platt Park there was a buzz of excitement as the skies got darker, the police multiplied and to my surprise another march merged into ours that had come from the other direction.

The cultish march of the lanterns culminated in an even more cultish bonfire ritual. Well not really, but it an onlooker would be at blame to think that. The families were encouraged to write down things that they want to be rid of, be it areas of unforgiveness or fear etc, and hand them in to be prayed over by the and burnt in the fire.