Remember, Remember The 9th of Novem...hmm...

We went to the fireworks last night (and by "we" I mean me, Cannard and Rob), and overall it was disappointing. It was too windy, so from our viewpoint in Wetherspoons patio-ish bit most of the show was a bright dot flying a few metres into the air from the jetty, before the wind took it behind the pub building, and then there was an explosion. And this year it was to commemorate those who fought in the war 90 years ago. Which is just the kind of celebration they want : explosions, flashes, people goose-stepping around...maybe that was just us.
And in no way were the fireworks choreographed to the music being played. It was as if two different companies were running a side each, and hadn't discussed it beforehand. You'd reach the rousing bit of "Land of Hope and Glory" only for there to be nothing matching it in the sky. I say the sky, but from our estimates the fireworks were exploding no higher than 10 metres off the ground. But they did play "Dambusters", and for this they should receive credit, for this is a wonderful song, and was hummed during the walk home. We stopped short of walking in formation, but mainly because there were no German factories to flood nearby. That would be a British Legion commemoration I'd go to watch.