Fairground

Smells of boiled hot dog sausages, beef burgers and onions. Mingle these with - wafts of candy floss, toffee apples and brandy snaps. Whirring of engines chugging over noisily, half drowned by thumping music, screams and laughter. A multitude of lights flash and spin, in time with the rides that dash before your eyes; round and round, side to side, back and forth, and upside down. Over and over, on and on they go. Crowds pushing and shoving, impatiently they each await their short turn. Money changes hands, speaker blasts; 'Hold tight, here we go...'; While greedy fair lords count their cash profits; before packing up at end of night, to go home to their caravans; sleep briefly then hit the road once more. Onwards they go to next town, ready to start all over again....