All the fun of the fair

Bank holiday Sunday and the funfair was running in my local park. So Thibault thought this would be a fun afternoon activity.

I can't remember the last time I had been to a fair. Arguably at 62 I am a bit old for this. Possibly reinforced by Thibault observing that "we" (meaning he, Ted and Miranda) were older than everyone else there that wasn't a parent of small children. I was off the scale.

Miranda, Thibault and I

After a detailed reconnaissance of all the site had to offer, we opened by a go on the dodgems. Obviously standard funfair fodder. I now appreciate what Thibault's driving would be like unrestricted by the highway code....

Next to the Waltzer, also traditional fare, although I don't remember them being quite as vigorous as this. Maybe my age, maybe the vigour of the bloke giving the cars an extra twirl.

Then we gave this contraption a whirl. Or rather it gave us a whirl. It seems innocent enough - a row of seats which go up and down, and round and round. It was the round and round and round that got one. And just when you felt sufficiently churned, it gave a moment's break before circling in the opposite direction. Now I know what my washing feels like in the machine. I promise to treat my undergarments better in the future.

So not all of us were feeling great after that....

A little break was called for...

...before tackling the Octopus!

So you start happily sitting in a circle, seat belts firmly on. And then it spins round, but that seems ok....

But then it rises, and tilts, while spinning

And tilts more

And more.

 There was some debate as to whether we had gone upside down as well. I pointed out that I had definitely found my self staring at sky while on my back, so I was sure we were totally inverted. While spinning. Very fast.

Let us just say that at the end, some of us were in better shape than others.

Ted and I left Miranda and Thibault to complete the set with this contraption. I felt the need to put a good hour between all this and the Italian restaurant we had booked for dinner. A pint of cider went down well between the two. Thibault is clearly made of sterner stuff - his grin took 25 years off him. But I have the satisfaction of knowing that one bit of dodgy squid can have him throwing up all night while I would just feel mild discomfort. We each have our strengths😃