Ooooh! Aaaah...

We had noticed the odd drop of precipitation in the air, yesterday, but the period between 7 and 9 pm was mercifully clear and dry and thousands made the journey into Llandudno to see the now Conwy-renowned fireworks display.  By 7.40 it belatedly became clear, even to the hopelessly optimistic, that the bar stewards in charge of the event had decided to cancel, although for what reason eludes us. Could it have been that it was too moist during the day to set the fireworks up?  Modern fireworks are remarkably impervious to rain, and detonation is electrical and not a little man with a long glowing firelighter, leaping about and hoping that the next rocket doesn't get him.

By 7.45, all that could be seen from our vantage point, high above the prom, was the heart-string-tugging image of two young children despondently waving their sparklers about and vainly attempting to extract some vestige of delight from the abortive festival as their forlornly but tightly gripped fireworks eventually sparked, then fizzled out from sheer frustration.  Soon, cars began pulling out and winding their desolate and lonely ways home, shorn of their anticipation, bereft of their euphoria and denied their post-explosive bliss.

It would be interesting to know exactly why the event was cancelled.  Llandudno's firework display, all joking aside, is well renowned for its quality, length and quantity, and certainly a little local awareness of weather patterns would have told the organisers that there was every chance it was going to be good enough to go, instead of what appears to have been a blind adherence to met office pronouncements which, this year alone, have seen their local accuracy fall to just above 50%. 

Of course, if they re-schedule to tonight, which in their blinkered and ineffective way they almost certainly will, then we can look forward to the official fireworks as a counterpoint to David Cameron's visit.  Wonder if he's got a guy in mind?