It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. With a quick pat of the dogs, the kids piled out the front door and into the car, excited about the prospect of an adventurous morning at the local show.
We eventually found a car park, popped hats onto heads, and walked through the front gates.
We follow the same path each year, wandering through the craft, baking and art exhibitions first, stopping to marvel at the woodcutters, then meander towards the steam engine displays while licking ice creams.
As the morning wears on, we wander through sideshow alley, around the corner to the dodgem cars, and the Ferris Wheel.
I love the Ferris Wheel.
We eventually found a car park, popped hats onto heads, and walked through the front gates.
We follow the same path each year, wandering through the craft, baking and art exhibitions first, stopping to marvel at the woodcutters, then meander towards the steam engine displays while licking ice creams.
As the morning wears on, we wander through sideshow alley, around the corner to the dodgem cars, and the Ferris Wheel.
I love the Ferris Wheel.



















