Day of the Dead

Fred's Dad is visiting and we whisked him off to the Celts exhibition at the British Museum. There was a huge queue of people with lines and security – I've never seen this for the BM. We had tickets so were fast-tracked to a side entrance via the wondrous Assyrian statues to the Great Hall. There was a special Day of the Dead festival so the museum was super busy, hence the lines and security, and the giant skeletons.

The description of many of the exhibits in the Celts were peppered with "maybe"s and "possibly"s – not much is known as there are hardly any written records. Oh to have a time travel wotsit. I enjoyed seeing the torc and bracelet found near Auldearn, close to home. There were a whole range of torcs, some of which would have been mighty uncomfortable to wear – huge, heavy things. Another highlight of the exhibition was the Monymusk reliquary that I remember drawing in Primary 6 for a long-forgotten reason. The absolute highlight was the Gundestrup Cauldron, which was breathtaking. I can't quite explain why but it captivated me more than any other object there – some kind of magic.

We then went three ways – Fred went for a walk, Heath went to watch the rugby in the local pub, and I headed home to catch up on some last-minute preparation for the Feast day and Play Street tomorrow.

No trick or treaters. It must have been the books I gave them a year or so ago – they were Halloween-themed, but they weren't sweets.