Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Festive Fireworks

Four o'clock, and I am cycling along the waterfront of the Riverside scheme when I reach a barricade at the Water Row. Workmen in high viz jaikets are standing around so I call to ask what's going on. What's next here, I'm thinking.
"How can I not get through?" I say and one or two shout back, "It's the fireworks. It's cordoned off for the fireworks the night."

In the midst of a long spell of wild windy weather and driving rain, we are blessed today with a fine day, dry and calm. Whar's the chances? But, thanks, we'll take it and enjoy the lighting up of the Govan Christmas lights.
The Govan Baby and his wee sister are excited as we race towards the river to watch the festive celebrations. A Christmas market has been erected for one day only and the Govan High Pipeband are thrilling the crowds.
Suddenly, the first whoosh and bang of what is a splendid array of dynamic dynamite explodes in the night sky. Whoa . . the Govan Baby doesn't love fireworks, says he, holding his ears and burying his face in his mumma's jacket. Wee sis in the pram isn't so keen either. We decide to beat a retreat and reach the Christmas tree in time to see the coloured globes illuminate for the season. 

Nat fae Howat Street shows up and once everyone gets a hurl in his rickshaw, we are firmly back in the Christmas spirit.

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