Spinning around in Cardiff Bay
Funfairs have a mystical feeling that takes me back to my childhood. The funfair would come to town and park itself on an open area of ground somewhere and metamorphosis from a stream of trucks into a plethora of bright coloured, noisy, stands, booths and rides that made me feel warm and excited inside. Often, the open ground would be transformed into a mud within a couple of days, but that still did not deter the visitors. There were chances to win a cuddly toy or terrorise yourself in the Ghost Train. And throughout I would walk around with my eyes wide open, often carrying a pink candy floss or chocolate ice-cream.
The funfair in Cardiff Bay didn’t have the rough edges of a travelling group, but even though I am now nearing 50, I still felt that tingle of magic inside. Out came the camera and I tried to capture some of that magic, using the amazing bright colours and exciting movement of the rides. I walked away happy to have experienced the magic of the funfair, just in a very different way to when I was a child.
The photographs of the funfair can be seen by clicking this link.
Paul Fears Photography 