In the first of a new series featuring an array of colourful characters, Lizzie Gilder writes on the Paisley rockateers
The pipes built to a crescendo then stopped. We waited expectantly in the dark. Suddenly, the sky above Bute erupted as the fireworks began.
As the first rockets exploded in the shape of hearts, Lachie and I exchanged glances and laughed at the moon.
It had already been quite a day, quite a summer...
By Lizzie Gilder
from Issue 11 published on 17/11/2003