The fun of the fair

We ambled slowly through the old town today, heading for the bumper cars at a little fairground down by the lake. We got 'stuck' in a little restaurant for brunch—looked too nice to pass—but finally made it to the fair. It always surprises me how keen and uninhibited Bea is with such 'scary' rides as he's usually so cautious, and after the bumper cars he spied a ride he wanted to try. While I was still seriously questioning my judgment over how much fun it would actually be for both of us, somehow Bea and I ended up sitting in the carriage on a sort of spinning rocket launcher awaiting our fate. After a lot of tame spinning, it developed a rather fierce climb that felt like it was going to flick you off across the fair before plummeting back down to leave your stomach behind, again, and again, and again. I wanted to yell my head off and half-expected Bea to do the same but could hear Bea chuckling so I knew all would be well. On Bea's second ride — yes, he wanted more — Papa didn't fare half so well, and had to go home sharpish through fear of passing out a rather pale shade of green. Had an interesting end to the day as Bea's friend James had an exhibition of some of his photography this evening. Was a smart little show that he'd worked on with his papa (who works as a professional photographer). Nice to see such originality.