The only strong impression of bonfire night commuting I have is about 5 or 6 years back. I was doing an urban-to-rural commute, about 8 or 9pm so after the displays had finished, but it was lovely riding through the dark into villages where the bonfire was still burning, and people were out on the streets, going to the pubs and chatting in groups instead of the usual cold, dark emptiness of that time of year.
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