Two rockets were set in position, one on either side, and green and red lights alternately were planted on the banks above.

At a given signal from Tempest, all were simultaneously lit, and in a perfect blaze of glory, accompanied by a babel of cheers, we concluded our programme.
At least, not quite.

One unrehearsed incident was yet to come.

For, as the smoke cleared off and the noise ceased, and our eyes once more grew accustomed to the twilight, we became aware of the presence of Mr Jarman, standing in our midst!.