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Smouldering Shoulder

While I was spinning the burning wire wool here I heard a sizzling sound right next to my ear, the shoulder of my jacket had caught fire. Goodbye nice jacket.

 

Garry beach, Tolsta, Isle of Lewis

 

It was one of those nights that just about everything went wrong. As soon as I got there the lovely clear skies turned to black cloud and rain, I dropped the switch for the orb tool in the wet sand and it went wonky, the batteries on all my toys ran out, all my coloured gels blew away and I set my jacket on fire, on top of that I nearly had the coastguard helicopter out chasing me as people were seeing orange flashing lights on the shore. I went home a little unhappy but after looking through the images again it wasn't such a bad night.

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Taken on September 8, 2011