One of the many advantages of country living is that we are very unlikely to be bothered by children tricking and treating for Halloween tonight.
It isn’t a celebration for which I have any fondness.
Like Guy Fawkes it is out of season here and it’s also out of time.
It might have had some good points a generation or two ago when children made their own costumes and showed them off to neighbours whom they knew well.
But it’s a hollow celebration now that the outfits are almost all bought and children turn up at doors of people they barely know, if not those of strangers.
Scrooge was referring to Christmas when he said, “Bah, humbug.”
But Halloween brings out the inner curmudgeon in me and I apply it to that trick and treating for what is more holloween.
That said I won’t be going as far as Credo Quia Absurdum Est to deter trick or treaters.