Flash, Bang, Wallop

My favourite annual festival event is always tinged with sadness.

The Festival Fireworks, this signifies the end of The International Festival. (The Fringe ended the week before)

And suddenly the city is quiet again.

No more flyers being thrust in your face, no one asking you to, come see their show.

I've got to wait a whole year for it to begin again, well eleven months.

On a positive note, it's much easier to find a parking space now!

And the emphasis will soon be on the forthcoming Hogmanay celebrations, with I'm sure an announcement in the next week, or two.