A gusty gale blew in at the back end of last week. It blew the last of the autumn leaves to the ground where they were battered into brown sludge by heavy downpours. Seagulls wheeled in the leaden skies, shouting to us that it was much worse out at sea. But by Saturday afternoon the gale had blown itself out and that evening the sun set amid a blaze of gold and pink. We had a bonfire in my mum and dad’s garden to celebrate Bonfire Night. We toasted marshmallows on sticks and wrote our names with Sparklers. In the distance we were treated to wonderful views of far-off firework displays scattered across the starry sky.
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