Sorry for the late post Sarah, I decided to make brownies instead of update my blog. I've started to bake a dessert to bring into the office weekly. Next week will be cupcakes, lemonbars, or possibly something with key lime- any votes?
On Saturday James and I met with some friends to see the Guy Fawkes fireworks. Leaving the house was like a scene from Dawn of the Dead. At the end of the street was a solid stream of people blocking the road from side to side, heading to the heath.
The heath (hence "Blackheath") is a giant open grassy area in the middle of the town. It's attached to Greenwich Park on the north. A few roads and many pedestrian paths cut across the heath, but beyond that, it's just dead grass. The popular legend is that the heath was used to bury the excess bodies leftover from the Black Plague. However, Wikipedia claims it's just a patch of poor soil that gravel is extracted from, causing huge pits, which were then filled with wreckage from WWII bombings.
Anyway, Blackheath hosts the largest gunpowder plot fireworks display in London. The display was pretty good.
Love always,
Melanie
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