Call us mean spirited, party-poopers, kill-joys or a great big bunch of joyless grinches but here on the Homestead we don’t do Halloween. It’s one of those traditions that just doesn’t translate well to our shores: our last pumpkin, set aside with a consolation “no-you-can’t-go-trick-or-treating Jack-o-Lantern in mind, was discovered capsized and quietly moldering over a month ago, and the whole door to door thing – it’s really not our style.
One of our number has a regular Halloween gig, though.
The Farmer has one of those hobbies often treated with the same eye-rolling disdain as train spotters and bird watchers. He spends every Sunday ferrying overexcited children and their parents (often equally excited) around the tracks at Canterbury Society of Model and Experimental Engineers, more widely known as Halswell Miniature Trains. Every year they join with their wider community to put on the Halswell Community Light Party, theiranswer to children in Scream masks and miniature Maleficents.
He always comes home with a tummy full of good food, his spirits well and truly lifted, and a smile to rival any Samhain celebrating Celt.