Nick Sharratt - Carnival of the Clocks

Location: Madeira Drive, Steve Ovett statue

Transcript: The drummers lead the way. They march past the shops and cafes. Rat-a-tat tat! Rat-a-tat tat! They march past the theatre. Rat-a-tat tat! Rat-a-tat tat! They march past the town hall and down to the seafront. They march past the big hotels and the beach huts and the boats. They march past the pier. They march down to the beach. And that’s where they stop. Up above them, Class One can see their mums and their dads and their carers, their brothers and sisters, their aunties and uncles and cousins, their grannie and grandads, their friends and their neighbours, all watching and waving. The lights are taken out of the lanterns and they’re passed along and piled up by the grown-ups into a huge lantern mountain. There’s a big countdown. Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! The lantern mountain is set alight. In a flash it becomes a roaring bonfire. Flames leap into the dark. Fireworks fill the sky. WHIZZZ! BANG! FIZZZ! Class One cheer and shout with all the other children. HOORAY FOR THE SHORTEST DAY!