Oct 12, 2018

HULL FAIR MY VIEWS 2018


WELL IT IS MEGA
HULL FAIR IN MY HOME TOWN
MY HEART SWELLS WITH PRIDE

THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE PRESENT

MIXED AGES 
VERY MIXED ABILTIES
ALL WEARING SMILES

The technical knowledge is incredible
l never been gifted with tools nor with skills to work all this engineering out
.but what a blessing pretty sure God loves the fair.
When its very pleasant like this it can not be beaten.
What a great night.
first time in a long time, no youthies under my control,
walked around the fair with cup of tea and a bag of chips with peas. 

You look upwards,
not something we do often.
The sight, as great big rides explore with couler against the Autumn night.

Look like gonna crash into each other.....they do not.                                                                                                                       first view l came upon is the big ride standing tall and proud against the dark night backdrop.
Screams of enjoyment, gasps of wonder,
Parents wondering .` did we do the right thing?
paying for our child to do this`
...Small children admire older ones getting onto the rides..

Then the pointing of fingers,
as the ride gets higher..
the screams get louder..
the eyes get wider


THE WHOLE OF WEST PARK AREA BECOME THIS MESS OF HUMANITY
MANY COULERS AND CUSTOMS
LAUGHING
EATING FOOD
WALKING
STARRING
TALKING
LIVING
FEARFUL
HAPPY
IN AWE
IN WONDER
IN COMMUNITY
THEN ALL THE RIDES COME TO AN END
ITS LATE AND THE FAIRS MOVING ON
WE ALL BE GONE HOME INTO WINTER NIGHTS
QUIET AND THE COLD AS WE FACE CHILL OF THESE LONG MONTHS
BUT PROUD OF OUR HOME TOWN FAIR
THE BIGGEST AND THE BEST IN THE WORLD

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
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I miss you so, wish you were here"