Grand Finale

I squelched up the hill, through the wet leaves and mud to Blackheath tonight for the firework display.  I realised after, that I hadn't actually watched any of the display after I'd taken 74  photos on 'auto' which were mostly a smoky blur.  My punishment for refusing to come off of 'auto'!

Ollie the Collie is going to have a very sore throat if he doesn't stop jumping up at the window and barking at the fireworks outside!  I wish they'd stop now.  I'm trying to watch a David Bowie concert on the television, but Ollie's bark is drowning the Thin White Duke out!  Rude dog.