All the advance publicity told us that parking in town would be at a premium, and that there would be overflow parking just outside the town.
The bonfire takes place on the old bowling green just out of town, but not until about 9pm. When we arrived at about 11 this morning, it was already laid out for overflow parking. We rolled in, smiled at the people on the gate, and parked between a couple of other vehicles. We picked up a coat and a drink each, and set off into Torrington on foot.
Much later, about 5pm, we return to the field. The surrounding roads are all closed, fenced off with heavy steel barriers. We find the car. It's stood there, on its own, surrounded by groups of people with picnics. Beside my car, an ambulance, a fire engine, a van with a dish on its roof, and the North Devon Public Address Wagon, there are no other vehicles to be seen.
We are approached by two men. One is wearing a high-visibility tunic and carrying a clipboard. One is wearing an early 19th century Naval uniform and a high-visibility tunic, and is carrying a walkie-talkie.
We -- with the car -- are conducted between the picnics, past the barriers, and are then directed along the closed section of road to a proper car park.
My mother says "well, it'll give you something to write about..."