There’s something about the crisp winter darkness and the sparkle of lights that feel magic, hopeful.  And the Magic Lantern Festival being held at the Birmingham Botanical Gardens didn’t disappoint.  I loved the creativity, weaving round the path seeing the different stories and the simplistic fun of a Saturday night that involved soya lattes and toasted marshmallows, rather than crowded bars and badly poured drinks.

I hope it returns next year…