Remember, remember the Fifth of November: gunpowder, treason and plot.

November is, of course, inextricably linked with fireworks. But I realised if I waited until Actual Bonfire Night, I’d be even further behind than I currently am. So I decided to go for fireworks in miniature, and try to capture the point at which a match ignites. A tripod, a dark room and a big box of Original Cooks Matches later and I had this, and a bedroom that smells of matches. The Wife was ecstatic, as you can imagine.