Shining lights

New Years Day means one thing round these parts. No, not the self acclaimed Saviour of The World habitual wrap around orange shades even indoors wearing Bono. Yes, it's the Cromer fireworks. 

After food of course

Anyhoo, down to the foreshore we trudged and I pitched camp  to capture 15 minutes of glorious pyrotechnics. Here is my perfect spot.

What you can't see in the shadow is a person in a nice red Puffa jacket. Because he is sitting down.  As the drone went up to capture the view  from the sea, the crowd hushed in anticipation. Cameras primed, phones raised the crowd gasped as the first fusillade split the sky. Cue for Puffa jacket man to hoist himself up from the shingle and right into my lens line. Where he stayed for 15 minutes. And in the process completely stymied my battered Nikon's focussing.  So here are some heavily cropped and out of focus fireworks.

 

The money shot. It turned into a smiley aceeeeed face. One year it spelt out die soon. Which was nice. 

 And as well as shooting burglars round these parts we say Old Years Night. Just so you know.