So we dressed up, ate slime soup and witch's hair, drank blood juice and dooked for apples. And we carved punpkins. My childhood memories of Hallowe'en involve aching fingers from gouging out the inside of a neep, and stealing the said neep from the local farm shed. Boy did we pedal back quickly from those outings! My dad assured me he had the permission of the farmer, but thinking back, we never stopped to say hello... Luckily for my children, neeps are hard to come by at the best of times in this neck of the wood, so we plumped on carving some pumpkins picked up at a local farm (and paid for!) I found a great resource over at The Junior Society and copied my favourite picture.
Hope you had a Happy Hallowe'en.