The fair was definitely bigger than last year, and whereas Maggie had been curious to go and check out all those interesting smells last time, last night she was not so keen.
The food vans were out in force:
burgers, hot dogs, pork rolls, candy floss, doughnuts, fish and chips, pizza,
they were all there, with prices varying by only a few pence.
The noise was phenomenal and there was coloured smoke everywhere from the multitude of rides and sideshows.
Fairgrounds always had that distinctive smell about them:
the tantalising aroma of sizzling burgers and onions,
the waft of freshly cooked chips or doughnuts,
and the sweet perfume of spun sugar and toffee apples.
Maybe because my poor ears were taking such a bashing, it crucified my sense of smell.
Come to think of it, maybe it was the same for Maggie, which is why she was keen to get home.