I snapped this delightful building whilst out on Stoke Newington Church Street on Saturday night. The Cat and I had stopped to admire the fireworks bursting all around us when I spotted this lovely Georgian building with its old painted signs. There's just something wonderfully quirky about the fact that they've shortened it to "fount" pens - I wonder if that was a common way of referring to fountain pens back whenever Walker Bros. were active.
Sadly, I didn't capture any fireworks on camera as we were too busy enjoying them. We had no idea where they were being set off from but they seemed to be coming from all angles and at all distances - in front of us, behind us, way down at the end of the street - filling the air with smoke, colours and excitement.
I much rather that local, spontaneous experience of fireworks over going to scheduled fireworks displays. Seeing them at a set time for a set period takes away some of the thrill of it. I love the element of surprise in random firework displays, and the fact that you keep hearing them go off, near and far, all night long. I used to think I'd gone off fireworks but I realise it's just the jostling crowds and "organised fun" element of them that I don't like. Rugged up on an autumn evening, on the way to the pub to meet friends, with a loved one beside you and the air full of whizzing and popping and sparkling rain - that's special!