Bang!

I thought last night might be interesting and so it proved, only not quite in the way I imagined.

The firework display was anything but dull, thanks to several rouge rockets flying sideways into the crowd and the farm barns. Fortunately no serious injuries, though the vicar did take one on the leg. An act of God suggesting a change of profession, perhaps?

Suffice to say, everyone was pretty shaken up (fireworks going off inside corrugated iron barns sound much like I imagine the Mujaheddin announcing their arrival at an enemy base in Afghanistan would) and the event kind of lost its' shine fairly swiftly therafter!

Still, on the plus side, we got to go back to a nice warm pub to finish the night and everybody present has, I suspect, now developed a healthy respect for explosive devices.