Fireworks!

Every year, Plymouth hosts the British Fireworks Championship, in which six professional firework companies compete over two days.  You can go and watch for free from lots of places all around the city : a couple of times, Pp and I have sat on Plymouth Hoe to watch, which gives a pretty good view.  But from the Hoe, you can't help noticing that the best vantage point of all for seeing the fireworks is from a boat on the waters of Plymouth Sound...  So this year we arranged to do that.  It sounded like a great idea, up to a few days beforehand, when the weather forecast for that day went to 'rain, possibly thunderstorms'.

But how wrong could it go, right?( Read more... )

The trouble is the song was never finished...

Except, at long last, it IS.   Or at least it is it is for the next 12 years.   After that, r_blackcat informs me that we will be expected to bring out the second edition. I'm imagining something leather-bound and gold-embossed, for suitable gravitas.  :-D

Tell me Heather, tell me,
Whether your leaves are summer-green?
Do your blooms hang lightly,
where my brother sleeps?
My beloved brother, my brother who forgives all?

Tell me, Memory, tell me,
How he threw in everything he had,
How he burned like a star?
As I foresaw, he took the dare
To risk our fate, the curse upon our lot

Finrod's Song  on Ao3

(it took me literally hours to format it all in three columns on Ao3, I am not going to try to replicate the effect on LJ, particularly as I suspect everyone interested here has already read one of the many beta versions. )