Fireworks

Took Frodo to tonight's firework display at Sefton Park.

We caught the 86 bus to the corner of Smithdown Road and Ullett Road, and walked about a mile to the Review Field where the display was held.

The usual battery-operated glowing novelties were on sale. This year the most popular one seemed to be the "light sword". I tried 3 different traders, just to check out the prices, but they were all the same extortionate rate of 4 quid each.

Frodo chose a blue one, and I bought a green one to take home for Samwise - who's still a little too young to stay up past his bedtime and watch the sky explode.

We had 40 minutes before the fireworks started, so I killed this time by teaching Frodo how to fence with his photonic weapon.

2 minutes to go and "Daddy I need a wee", so we legged it to a quiet corner of the field for this, and then back again.

The fireworks were splendid, as usual. Frodo sat on my shoulders and was cheering and applauding as each batch died down, then flared up again. Lots of "oohing" and "aahing" before the final fusillade, and then darkness.

The "light swords" proved to be very handy for picking our way across the field in the dark.

We hiked back down Ullett road, and despite the large numbers of people heading the same way, managed to catch an 86 back home.

The "light swords" again came in handy when crossing the road, and also for waving at people in the restaurants and cafe bars that we passed.