Firework night Guy Fawkes made a comeback in my life Saturday. After giving up explaining who an earth Guy Fawkes was to people in Chicago, it came as a great surprise to see that Bermuda was hosting a firework party at Fort St Catherine Saturday night.

In Chicago they would throw a firework party at the drop of a hat, but here they are harder to come by. However we came across an article advertising the event in the newspaper and we drove to St George to get there just in time for the first flash of colours lighting up the pitch black sky.

Fort St Catherine has been at this extreme easterly point since 1614 and has been rebuilt many times, most recently in 1878. The impressive fort with it's drawbridge occupies a beautiful spot high over the ocean and the 16th hole at St George's Golf Club. A bonfire flashed away on the sandy bay and I stared at it watching sparkly shapes appear and flicker as I used to in my Mum & Dad's garden many moons ago.

I'll have to go back to Fort St Catherine to visit. The fort houses a museum, which is home to a collection of antique weapons and in the old artillery store there is a gallery of dioramas depicting Bermuda’s history. Also on display I read are replicas of the Crown Jewels. All this and a gorgeous sandy bay to stare up at it from.  ¶ 21:14