Firework Display or Strictly Come Dancing?
I was born on Guy Fawkes Day, so fireworks on Bonfire Night always seem like a personal celebration for me. I’m like a big kid when I hear the “whoosh” and “zip, zip, zzzip”. But I hate the cold. Our town firework display takes place on the seafront, and as parking is always an issue, involves an invigorating walk beside the sea to get there. The lights of the boats twinkle far out on the water and on a sharp frosty night the stars are needle bright. Romantic, but cold!
So usually I wrap up warm, and we make the bracing walk, then come home smelling of smoke. This year I’m not sure if I want to. The Winter seems to have come around too fast, and I’m just a little sad.
Temptation beckons in the form of “Strictly Come Dancing”. I love the show with a passion and have done since its beginnings. I even watch the fanzine every night! For a whole half hour the laptop is switched off (well, sometimes) as I watch the dance sequences over again.
The past few years we’ve recorded the show while we’ve gone to the fireworks, then there’s something to look forward to when the “ooh-ing” and “aah-ing” stops. Shall we do that again this year? I’ll have to wait and see.
None of the images are my own this week. My very talented stepbrother, Tony Dowson, is a professional photographer and took the fireworks shots when the Tall Ships came to Hartlepool in 2010. (what an occasion that was!) The others are borrowed from Strictly.