Well, unlike Saturday when I took the pictures of everyone getting ready for this year’s Lanterns Carnival and it was sunny, on Sunday it was raining when we got up, and still raining hours later.
But the sun set, evening arrived, and we put on our wet weather gear and set off for Sefton Park with our friend Carly – to see what we could see…
And it wasn’t raining. As we walked through Greenbank Park and into Sefton Park, along with thousands of others, the ground was squelchy from 18 hours of steady rain. But it looked like it was going to be dry for the lanterns.
And on the way home we bought chips. And as we finished them off, sitting on the wall outside our house the rain began again. Having stayed off exactly as long as we wanted it to. Well done!
So as you can see, it was lovely. But a word. Next year could we have a bit more straightforward magical Halloween scariness? Two years ago the whole thing worked magnificently. A coherent celebration of Samhain, the membrane between this life and the afterlife being especially thin just now, so the spirits can walk among us. All nonsense I know. But kind of elemental and everyone loves all that Day of the Dead stuff, everywhere on earth. Done like a ritual, we like rituals.
Instead, for the past two years the ‘big finishes’ have been arty ‘concepts’ that have dissipated the energy generated by the wonderful lantern parades that preceded them by having no clear story, no sense of ritual about them.
Maybe we can ditch the vague concepts. Maybe the dark, the park, the lanterns, the sparkly lake, the drums, the music and thousands of us celebrating Halloween scariness is enough? Just a thought.