Pyrotechnomania

So I went off to the fireworks as intended, walking as briskly as I could manage from the railway station to the Overseas Terminal where I was meeting Stewart, David and Steve.  It took about half an hour, and sadly I think it's given me a blister on the ball of my foot.  Walking on flat ground just isn't the same. I took lots of photos and I've chosen four reasonably good ones to display here.  I think the yellow-ish one is the best.  Click to see a larger version.