Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Two firework displays this weekend, one in Norwich where I was visiting my sister, the second on Sunday night in Victoria Park. The first was hampered somewhat by the weather - low hanging mist and a cold, still night meant that the smoke from the fireworks didn't clear. Instead it hung low with the mist, obscuring most of the display, so that all we could see were blankets of colour and the occasional flash. Novel at least, and it made for some interesting post-apocalyptic style scenes as viewers trudged away afterwards, zombie like in the mist, spotlights breaking through the trees. We went on the waltzer at the accompanying fairground, once, found it disappointing. Walked back through silent streets, leaves and pavements wet beneath out feet, then lit sparklers outside S's front door, wrote our names in the air as they burned.