Fireworks

It was the Dunbar fireworks display tonight, and like last year I was helping out. After walking up and down the length of the safety barriers in a high-vis tabard ("Mister, I like your yellow top") beforehand, I was aiming to get a picture of this young lady pushing the button to start the show.

I preferred the picture I got just afterwards - especially as the guy behind her turned into a ghost.

There was a scary moment towards the end, when a firework that was meant to explode in the air went off on the ground instead. No-one was hurt, but it was a pretty apocalyptic - and, it has to be said, exhilarating - experience.

George was so unimpressed by the whole experience that he slept through it.