Always All Saints' morning in all ways the same: cold house, withered jack-o'-lanterns, piles of plates by the sink.
Turnips, rutabagas, swedes. Here they call them neeps. And that was what we carved out this year, scoring with knives and scraping with spoons at the hard roots for a long while to make 'neepy lanterns' that could be carried through the streets with glowering eyes.
They also keep bare hands warm in the cold, and give off a delicious burning smell.
A friend carved a pumpkin too.