For, what I think, is the third year our flat has avoided where the actual fireworks were happening - New Brighton beach - and have opted for more of an overview of the event.
We carry our moon chairs and hot chocolate up to Victoria Park - wrapped up super warmly, as November is still really cold.
We laugh as we watch the crowds of people try to drive around the summit road, with car lights motionless as the traffic backs up.
After 10 minutes (?) it's all over for another year and the traffic is slowly turning around.