A bonfire? or something more sinister . . .

. . . the inhabitants had been drawn to this spot in a trance like state, by an irresistible smell of burnt sausage and scorched conifers, suddenly there was a blinding flash followed by silence as an eerie purple beam washed over the expectant crowd . . .

Cropwell's display seems to to get bigger every year, we took 5 teenagers who aren't free any more. . . Life's getting expensive!

The Fireworks were excellent, even though we spent most of them finding a little ones Mummy (who I should mention hadn't even noticed she was missing . . . just saying?!)