Welcome to Scardey Cat Alley!
Growing up Halloween was one of my favourite times of year.
It was up there with Christmas and Easter.
Halloween started as an Irish tradition and was taken
to America with the Irish immigrants.
I'm from an Irish family,
although we just skipped across to London.
Halloween was a big deal in our house.
My Nana sent a cake called Barn Brack every year.
It had lucky and not so lucky charms to tell your
fortune for the following year.
We had a special dinner and yummy pudding with Barn Brack.
We played games like apple bobbing.
We didn't go trick or treating, as that just wasn't done
in London back then.
Yesterday we went down to Scardey Cat Alley.
My friend Shelley builds a Halloween extravaganza
down the side of her house for the neighbourhood
children (and adults) each year.
It is fabulous!
We were still sitting around the chiminera
in the street with her neighbours
at 10pm last night.
All a bit tired today.