Finding ourselves with but a half-eaten bag of chocolate raisins in the fruit bowl, the wizard and I had to turn off the porch light and batten down the hatches.
Trick or treating came over from America and continues to take us by surprise. As kids in post-war Britain we might run to apple-bobbing or inviting scaredycats to feel Nelson’s eye in a darkened room. (A peeled grape, if grapes weren’t on rationing). What we really loved was Guy Fawkes night on 5th November.
image © Rosie West