All the Fun of the Fair

After this morning's spooky encounter with the sheep from hell on my walk into work, I felt a little light relief was in order - so after work I headed of fair-wards.

This is something of an annual tradition for us - walking round the stalls of the roadside market that visits traffic chaos on Aber for the last three Mondays of November, and then moving on to the fun fair which inhabits one of the car parks for much the same period.

For once we didn't actually make it all the way round - there was nevertheless the usual sense of deja-vu (it doesn't change - stalls offering cheap goods / clothes - we rarely buy anything), and the increasing sense of time passing (how many years have we done this now?).

Quite sorry to have missed the fun fair - got some photos from the outside looking in - but that brief wander through the rides, candyfloss and hoop-la is very evocative, if only from the perspective of nostalgia for fairs past (and on the other side of the country, although all fairs feel the same somehow!).

The Fun of the Fair (age 6) was really quite something . . .