Just as I was packing up, after my evening visit to the Castlefield bridges, a bunch of edgy-looking arty types appeared, kitted out with interesting-looking equipment. It turns out, they were practising their fire-dancing routine, and they were happy to be photographed in action.
Fire-dancing is a dangerous art. They came well-stocked with slow-burning flammable liquids, as well as plenty of long hair and flowing costumes. Preparation was comprehensive, and involved lots of dousing in water. They almost collectively squelched when they started their routine.
Of course, being completely unprepared for the occasion, I had to work out how to best photograph this spectacle. I went for the blurry look. Honestly, it was deliberate!
As I was preoccupied with capturing the moment, I was only vaguely aware of the performance, but it soon became clear: this was pretty impressive stuff.
Once they got into the swing of things [see what I did there?], the act got more elaborate and athletic. There was even a bit of ballet thrown in for good measure.
10 minutes later, I’d been well and truly entertained. It just goes to show, if you don’t get out more with the camera, you don’t get the opportunities to catch something unusual.