Thanks to the very gorgeous Salty Dog I managed to wangle a corporate hospitality ticket for day one of the British Fireworks Championships at Plymouth last night. If you're ever on holiday down this way in August it's worth seeing. Over two evenings six teams compete to put on the best pyrotechnics. It was really rather wonderful. At a time of austerity I'm sure that they'd be those who'd argue against loads of money literally going up in smoke. I'd disagree. For these marvellous displays bring joy to so many souls as once.
I didn't take huge amounts of photo and most of mine were pants anyway. So here's Salty Dog's video of Competitor's Number 3 showstopping effort. Yes that's definitely me that you can hear doing some of that whooping!