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NGfL CYMRU GCaD It was Bonfire Night. All the children had gathered the dead plants, sticks and wood into a grid to make the fire. They had snapped the bigger pieces to make them smaller.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD They pressed old newspapers into the gaps in the wood, feeling glad as the bonfire grew taller. They had gathered scrub, like broken twigs, from the mountain. They had even taken an old broken stile.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD One of the twins was tracking a star as it crossed the darkening sky. It flitted across the night sky in a silvery streak, blotting out the less bright stars as it travelled.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD A spring from an old settee pinged loudly. Hopefully, that would burn well, as it spanned the bottom of the bonfire.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The children slapped on a couple more branches, before strapping the old Guy on to the top. It was dressed in an old blue frock.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD A couple of the children’s fathers placed a few splashes of petrol on the dead wood, before carefully lighting it with torches. The petrol would drip to the bottom, making a good fire.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The warm smell of burning wood soon filled the air. The fireworks were colourful and loud, apart from one damp squib, which had failed to light.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The bright flames would swim before their eyes for an hour or so. Some of the children were happy to perch on a pile of bricks beside the fire.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD Their skin was warmed by the heat from the fire. They were glad that the weather was dry. The sunset framed the bonfire like a picture, with the bright flames flickering high.