Autumn is upon us, and the streets are full of families in fancy dress. People of all ages are dressing up, everything from smugglers to suffragettes. In Lewes it can only mean one thing — it’s bonfire time again.
Elsewhere in Britain, Bonfire Night has been overwhelmed by Halloween, but here in the historic county town of Sussex (forget about this newfangled East Sussex nonsense), Guy Fawkes is still going strong. This is no tame firework display, organised and sanctioned by the council. It’s a celebration of local kinship — half a dozen bonfires, one in each part of town, each with its own loyalties and rituals. These rituals stretch back centuries: 17 burning crosses commemorate the 17 Protestant martyrs burnt here by Bloody Mary; Pope Paul V (1552-1621) is burnt in effigy every year, alongside modern villains like Vladimir Putin.
While so many market towns are being swallowed up by the commuter belt, how has Lewes retained its identity? I reckon it goes back to Tom Paine.
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