Standing in the queue at Tower Pier on New Year’s Eve waiting to be marshalled onto a Thames cruiser and listening to the chatter all around me, I realised that many people had travelled from all corners of the world to listen to Big Ben chime midnight and watch the subsequent pyrotechnic display erupting from the London Eye. In front, two Japanese girls shivered in the evening chill, and behind me a German father attempted to interest his bored-looking teenage son with a potted history of the Tower of London. Further back in the queue a group of either Swedish or Norwegian girls sang and jumped about to keep warm.
On to the boats we all shuffled, picking up a goody bag on the way. I could not help but make quiet sheep-like noises. Security was tight. Everybody scrambled for a window seat; but of course the youngest and fittest made it there first. Sam and I, being the hardy souls that we are, elected to sit outside straight away, as it’s always good to obtain photos that are not showing the illuminated lavatory sign reflected in the glass!
We cruised along the Thames, raising our arms to nameless bodies saluting us from the Embankment or hanging over the Southwark and Waterloo Bridges, and to dark silhouettes waving from a myriad of pleasure boats all drifting up towards Westminster. I am sure 2016 has been a record year regarding the amount of boats all jostling for position. The river police were out in force.
The announcer on the Embankment began his countdown at ten seconds to midnight, and of course it would have been rude not to join in. Fireworks began at the stroke of 12 o’clock, and my London exploded into a riot of colour and noise. The cumulative effect of crowds cheering, Big Ben’s sonorous chimes, and the foghorns on the river always cause my eyes to fill with tears. The foghorns remind me of being a young child in the East End in the 1960’s, and being woken up at midnight every New Year’s Eve.
Upwards of 150,000 people came together for just that 20 or so minutes of the firework display to create the joyous atmosphere that keeps Sam and I returning year after year. Okay, so my knees won’t let me stand on the Embankment for five hours anymore, but hey, being on a Thames pleasure cruiser is even better! There’s no security guard standing right in front of you and blocking your view, you get to sit down for the majority of the evening, and there’s even a toilet on board the boat with an illuminated sign that shows in everybody’s photos who are too cold to venture outside.
London, I was proud of you last night.
dgkaye said:
Sounds wonderful Stevie. Happy New Year to you! 🙂
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Stevie Turner said:
And to you Debby!
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dgkaye said:
Thank you. 🙂
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thejuicenut said:
We watched it from the comfort of our warm living room, what a spectacle, it is very emotional, I agree. I don’t think I could take the volume being there in person! Foghorns: yes, I grew up by the docks on the River Ribble, we loved watching the banana boats glide by and hearing the foghorns while the daily 1 o’clock siren told us we were late back for school after dinner or time to come in if it was the school holidays.
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Stevie Turner said:
I think it’s the foghorns that make me emotional. So many memories…
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Stevie Turner said:
From about the age of 7 until I was 13 I lived very near to the East India Docks before they were turned into Yuppie flats and restaurants. Listening to the foghorns now always takes me back to my childhood.
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franklparker said:
The mention of fog horns was a reminder for me of when we lived in Cleethorpes. The boats in Grimsby docks would sound their fog horns at Midnight on New Years. I don’t think we heard it very often – we were usually inside celebrating with friends.
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Snowbird of Paradise said:
Some of my family members were among that crowd with you. They thoroughly enjoyed the experience, too. 🙂
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Clive said:
I’ve only ever done it once, for the Millennium. Stood for 4 hours on London Bridge waiting for the ‘River of Fire.’ Dampest squib ever!
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Stevie Turner said:
Yes, it’s the 4 or 5 hours of standing that doesn’t appeal to us anymore, and so we find ways around it. We were in Edinburgh for the Millenium – trudged around all night with our 15 year old son because he wasn’t allowed in the pubs. By midnight we were knackered.
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Clive said:
A good plan to avoid the waiting! I’ve never really ‘got’ the need to celebrate a new year, and the Millennium confirmed its pointlessness for me!
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Darlene said:
I am sure it is an amazing experience. Just seeing it on TV is wonderful!! Good for you for braving the crowds and weather. All the best for 2017!!
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Stevie Turner said:
At least it wasn’t raining like it is today. Best wishes for a happy 2017 to you!
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