In my roadtripping diary, you’ll find this quote from the very first day of 2007:
Sparklers on the beach. The windy beach. Fun when we got them lit after ten minutes or so (and after building windbreaks of sand).
Many things have changed since that year kicked off (almost eight years ago – how did that even happen?) but my love of sparklers at New Years has remained constant. Then again, it’s difficult not to like sparklers, isn’t it? They have an ability to render otherwise reasonably grown-up people into delighted children for as long as it takes for the sizzling halo of light to run its course. And then you light another. And maybe one more, because there’s something mesmerising about drawing fleeting shapes of light in the dark sky.
The other day, we just happened to be wandering past what was apparently the sparkler section of the supermarket. “Oooh, sparklers!” I may or may not have exclaimed (I did). “Actually, I want to try some long exposure photography with sparklers.” The next thing I knew, the Chef had piled a whole bunch of sparkler packets into our basket and had to be restrained from adding more.