glance back

It might well have been the end-of-the-Festival firework money-blowing extravaganza but it was also a Sunday and I still needed to take a week's worth of shirts into work to stick in my locker. Regent Road was a bit of a mess and Castle Terrace slightly rammed but I made it in safely with only one complete moron undertaking me at a junction in order to get to the queue at the next a couple of seconds earlier. I hadn't checked how long they were supposed to last but I think this was the finale, mostly witnessed as reflections in the building opposite the junction I was waiting at at the time.