Stonehaven Fireball Swingers: Hogmanay

Wobbling slightly on tiptoes I lifted my head as high as possible to take in the sight before me. The street stretched wide ahead and narrowed to my left. On the walls of stout harbour homes a glow grew in strength and height. It slid across the white walls, heralding the arrival of the Stovehaven Fireball Swingers. Continue reading “Stonehaven Fireball Swingers: Hogmanay”