They have let too many people in and there aren't enough seats for everyone.
The steward tells us there are a few seats at the back of the stand. We know from experience that we won't be able to see a thing from the back of the stand.
We stand near a stall selling cupcakes.
I reflect on the ubiquity of cupcakes.
There is a chip stand too.
A little girl with dark pigtails and a white quilted coat is sobbing into a polystyrene tray of chips.
'I can't find my dad' she cries.
Charlie goes to find a steward and I ask her what her dad looks like; she says he is wearing a Wolves hat.
Pigtails and Wolves hat are soon reunited.
The fireworks are delayed. They always are.
Someone says they won't start until everyone is seated. But there are not enough seats.
We have almost made up our minds to leave and watch them from nearby, or even our bedroom windows when the display begins.
Gasps and cheers.
The people sitting at the back of the stands pour down towards the front because they cannot see any of the fireworks.
It's always a good display but this year it is even more spectacular than ever.
My photos don't do it justice at all.
Bonfire night feels like the start of winter to me. I'm joining in with the Making Winter project led by Silverpebble and Thrifty Household -click on the link in my sidebar and click here for all the other Making Winter posts this week.