We ventured into the funfair again this year, although yours truly did not venture on any rides. I shall tell you why. Last year the fairground caught me in a particularly vibrant mood so I decided to go on loads of rides, culminating in Freak Out. Now, I was always one for cool rides, but going on that one was the first time in my life that I thought, "**%$!" I REALLY hate this! I clung on for dear life trying to keep my face in a medium grimace of coolness, as I was surrounded by teenagers and pre-teens (how humiliating is THAT?) enjoying themselves. My insides were transported to a parallel universe with an iou pinned in their place.
That, together with the barrel ride thingy where the floor drops away, reconfigured my brain fluids so that I was dizzy and ill for 3 weeks. And so, age has caught up and I discovered my "ceiling" for scary rides rather too effectively.
Thus, I simply watch, get scabbed for cash by my kids and take photographs, looking like a nerd, but I don't care.
Here are some of my shots:
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| Funfair at night in Tavistock 2012 |
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| Funfair at night in Tavistock 2012 |
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| Oxygen at Fairground in Tavistock 2012 |
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| Oxygen at Fairground in Tavistock 2012 |
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