What it’s like to take a 3 month old to a Bonfire Night in Turkey!

Being new parents everything excites us – probably a lot more than our daughter but hey-ho I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she’s older and can look back at all of the photos showing her first times of everything!

In Turkey it seems that fireworks maybe banned and sparklers are pretty rare to come by so no chance of a firework display. Instead we headed to another good and old fashioned Blighty tradition at my husband’s work and this was setting fire to Guy Fawkes.

For those of you not familiar with this, he intended to blow up the Houses of Parliament but as the Houses of Parliament still stand, you might have guessed… his plot failed.

So back to the party – there were hot dogs, lots of excitable children and parents revelling in the vino and beer. The moment for Guy Fawkes was scheduled and upon us however our little lady feeds on demand so what happened at the exact moment when the Guy was doused in fuel and lighting the sky spectacularly? Our girl started crying for food and much like every mother does I obliged and she was feeding at the main moment of the event so completely missed it! She did however enjoy the embers afterwards floating up through the sky!


Lesson learnt? Not particularly other then to just enjoy every precious moment with your little one and to share everything with them – regardless of them missing it. It still makes memories and stories to tell for years to come.

Signing off with a seasonal poem and trip down memory lane…

Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England’s overthrow.
But, by God’s providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James’s sake!
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!


Author: carohogg

Hi! My name is Caroline with many people calling me Caro. My husband and I moved out to Istanbul for his job in Summer 2016. This blog will be a place to share what it's like to be be a spouse living abroad, what we're up to and how we're settling into newly married life. The aim is to share our experience and to connect with others people doing similar things and to paint a picture of what living in beautiful Istanbul is really like!

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