My daughter had a cold one fireworks evening. Every year we went to the local firework display, which the kids loved and I hated. The local radio station try to alienate everybody by alternating Madonna and Mozart. Well this particular year my long suffering wife took my son down and I wrapped up Elly, grabbed a handful of assorted crisps and found a glorious spot to park on the ridge of a hill. It was magical, all you could see were the tips of the rockets exploding with a muffled boom and pop. The colours and shapes just jumped out on top of one another, fantastic. We now try and go back every year, but the kids dont feel quite the same! |  |
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