It’s November and I live in Devon, that means one thing to me: Tar Barrels!!
I am alive and well after spending an evening being squeezed and squashed in amongst thousands of people. Saturday night was absolutely mental! It’s been a few years since the Tar Barrels was held on a Saturday night and the difference in crowd numbers is huge. If the 5th of November landed on a Tuesday, for example, it’d be comparatively sedate (I’m lying, it’d still be nuts).
Ottery St Mary is a town in East Devon and it’s been my home for seven years. It’s my favourite place too and there are many reasons why. Pop over to The Guardian’s latest Let’s Move To… for a bit more of an insight as to why I think it’s so special. (I wonder if you’ll spot anything interesting in that article… Let me know if you do! heehe). I can’t believe the article didn’t mention the beavers that live on the river: the only wild ones in England! Ottery obviously has so many good things, they can’t all fit into one article.
I wrote about the Tar Barrels last year but didn’t get many pictures (didn’t get much of an experience at all but that’s last year’s story). This year, I really wanted to get some decent photographs. Since I got my nice camera, I’ve spent the last eleven months practising taking pictures of crochet. I never thought to learn about taking pictures of moving flames, whilst trying not to get trampled in the dark. Silly me. The pictures I got on Saturday are not as good as I’d hoped for. There are people that have taken better on their Iphones. Meh.
The family set out just after four o’clock and made our way to one of the kid’s barrels. Luckily for us, one of our friends has a garden with the perfect vantage point for observing one of the barrel runs. It’s good for kids watching as they don’t always like being in the crowds and this event isn’t really recommended for children. We only take the kids out for the early barrels and the bonfire. After that, they have to go home!
Children as young as seven get the honour of rolling the barrels. It’s local families that do it, generation after generation. It’s a wonderful tradition and it’s a privilege to be able to witness it. This year we got to see Eldest’s class mates do it for the first time and that added something extra too. They’re all layered up so they’re not in too much danger of getting burnt.
We managed to miss the lighting of the bonfire as we’d gone home for tea. It’s one of the best bits, if you ask me! This year, even if we’d given it plenty of time, we still would have missed it. Dolly steps had to be taken to get over the bridge. It was rammed. I’ve been a few times on a Saturday but this is the busiest I can remember. I’ve had a look online today but I can’t find the numbers of attendance. I’ve seen estimates of up to thirty thousand people but I don’t know if that’s accurate. I’ve also spotted figures nearer ten thousand. I dunno. It’s a lot, whatever the number. (It’ll be busy next year as I think it’ll be a Saturday then too- they don’t do Sundays).
The bonfire is fierce. And massive.
We went to the fair as well. A funfair is great but it’s easy to spend all your money, so we ended up being mainly spectators. I love looking at the bright lights and hearing all the screams!
After the fair, we got rid of the children and went out to watch the big barrels. There’s no art to this bit, getting a good Tar Barrel experience is mostly down to luck. If you’re not in the right place it is nearly impossible to fight your way to a good spot. And you can’t always tell what will be a good spot until you’re either in it, or stood miles away, feeling sad that you won’t feel the heat or the thrill of getting right up alongside a great big burning barrel. That is certainly the case on a busy night. I’ve found it more fun and been more brave when there is that little bit extra room to move. You can follow the barrels and get closer.
I swapped cameras for the late night stuff. Crikey, I’d forgotten how annoying my old point and shoot job was. The delay on the button drove me crazy and I missed loads of potentially amazing shots. I have many pictures of the back of strange heads, my sister’s boyfriend’s bum (deleted, thanks) and out of focus close ups of the hessian mitts (that protect roller’s hands). The zoom wasn’t instantaneous like I’m now used to either. I’ve become spoiled by a fancy pants camera. However, it was too dodgy to take it back out again.
Even with the point and shoot, I do like those flames. I wish I’d been able to capture the sea of people around them. Next year. There’s always next year….
I’m a bit embarassed to admit that I only managed to stay out until half ten. My back was killing me and two days later it still hasn’t recovered. The plan is to train my muscles for the next 363 days so that I will not be a feeble old lady but have the stamina of a midnight barrel man. I was hearing stories in the playground this morning and I felt envious; people had seen late night punch ups and partying and I missed it! Pah!
We went and checked on the bonfire one last time, which had reduced in size, and heat. Beyond it, the funfair was still full of gusto.
And then I said goodbye to it all for another year…
I’ve had a look on Youtube and there are new videos popping up all the time. I enjoyed this one. And this one shows the bonfire. And check out the #tarbarrels on Instagram too. There are some excellent pictures and films on there.
22 thoughts on “Tar Barrels 2016”
Have to say it’s metal looking! But looks like great craic, had to look it up when I saw it on your Instagram . When we lived in Shrewsbury there was always a big bonfire & funfair, miss it have to say. Nothing quiet as exciting in this neck of the woods 😉
I’ve been to a couple of decent bonfire nights (Winchester has always stuck in my memory, torch-lit procession followed by awesome fireworks). I’d like to go to Lewes, Which is the other town that does tar barrels (though they don’t carry them). All that kind of stuff is magic to me!!
Great article about your home town…..is that you quoted at the end??!!
It is! I was tickled to see that. 😀
I may have muttered a few unladylike expletives while reading this!
Never been to an event like this but it looks like fun with a hint of danger – always the best kind of night out!
So much fun!! And a great night out.
Wow, that’s crazy!! Great pics! Still can’t believe Health & Safety aren’t having a nervous breakdown though! Xx
I expect they get a bit nervy!! The insurance is quite pricey these days. A few years ago, someone threw an aerosol can into one of the barrels. Boom!! That whacked the price up!!
Wowzers! That is the craziest looking bonfire night! I really enjoyed reading this post! It’s a totally different experience to our bonfire night where we tamely stand behind 6′ high fences 30′ away from any naked flame!
Tis a bit different!! It’s funny, there’s a barrier around the bonfire but then you can throw yourself right at the burning barrels!!
Oh wow, this looks brilliant! I’m not surprised it’s so popular!
It is brilliant! I’m regretting not making myself stay until the end…
Thanks for sharing this. I have never even heard of tar barrels before! Why or what is the event to celebrate? I’m surprised the town doesn’t catch fire! Crazy fun:)! Doesn’t it leave an awful mess? Questions questions…maybe I needed a tar barrel here in the states on Election Day yesterday! Lol!
The Tar Barrels are held on the 5th of November every year and they’ve been going for about 400 years! Nobody is really sure why it’s done but it is an integral part of the community. There are several barrel runs throughout the day/evening and they all take place outside pubs or locations where pubs once stood. Is it an old fumigation practice or an attempt to smoke out rats? Maybe it has pagan origins… the mystery definitely makes it more intriguing!!
The next day, everything is mostly spotless. There can be signs of sooty, tarry splodges and they’re fun to spot. You can usually see people washing down the fronts of their houses as they get covered in smut.
I could have included this lot in the post but I hit publish before I thought of that!! 🙂
I’m not sure what it is you need in the states now… a big dose of luck and crossed fingers?!?
What a tradition! I want to come and see it some year:)! In the states I think I need a good day of quilting and maybe a nap:).
Wow, what a night! We live quite near to Lewes which is famous for it’s bonfire celebrations but I haven’t braved it with the kids yet- maybe next year! You’ve captured the atmosphere brilliantly with your potos! Love it 🙂
Oh yes! I know about Lewes and quite fancy going to that. It’s too far from here though 🙁