The naturalist, John Muir (1838-1914), once beautifully described the workings of the world as being a ‘grand show’:

It is always sunrise somewhere, the dew is never all dried at once: a shower is forever falling, vapour is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

We enjoyed a ‘grand show’ of a different kind last night. The children had been eagerly anticipating the grand finale of the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown. Eventually the sun set, darkness fell and the first stars pricked the sky. As the first booms echoed across the valley from the appropriately named Gunfire Hill, they raced upstairs, jockeying for the best spot from which to view the annual ‘grand show’ of fireworks.




They were not disappointed.


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