You know it is the day of the fair when the rain arrives. It pelts down in scathing sheets, scolding the ground with icy pinpricks. Fortunately, when I went this year in practically a mob (there were 15 of us), the rain had withheld it's freezing grasp. The only vestiges were muddy puddles on which floated boats of discarded candyfloss; the crowd of raincoats; and the droplets of water like dissipating jewels upon the rides.
When you arrive on a crowded bus - filled with people who have shelled out their winter coats and gloves and scarves for the first time - you are immediately confronted with loud music and iridescent lights. You hardly know where to look. The Ferris wheel and the swings that touch the clouds rise above the rest of the lights, when you look up it is almost lonely - only two prominent figures against inky blackness.
(I myself experienced the Crazy Frog, the Twister, the Giant Ferris Wheel, and of course the Waltzers.)
Then the food can be mauled with vivacious desperation. Candyfloss in baby pinks and blues, melting on your tongue like sugary snow. Toffee apples that look as if they've been taken from the red traffic light. (I prefer the chocolate and sprinkles covered apples myself). Chips and gravy. Doughnuts that threaten your tastebuds with infallible insanity.
It was even more wonderful than I remember it being before.
I've got a couple of outfit posts up soon, but I've been pretty busy at the moment unfortunately! Also, now that the rain and cold has set in, I may have to find a new photograph location!