Lights, not much action

It was Light Night in Fishguard when the Mayor switched on the modest Tree and various other luminescences twinkled through the wind and rain. The Mayor, a Scotsman who usually wears a kilt and military uniform on formal occasions, was in joggers and a Santa hat and everyone else was braced against the weather too as Storm Bert blustered through the town.  Shops were open in the hope of custom but most of it went to the charity fair in the town hall.
Then we went to a Literary Evening at the art gallery to hear a writer talk about writing, a cellist play music (interpsersed with recordings of RS Thomas reciting his own poetry) and to eat, imbibe and hobnob.
I was glad to get home and relax with cats and dog. I'm not really a people person.

(I don't know the little boy but I like his face.)