Sunday Funday

Sunday was time for some good old fashion fun!

Over in Dulwich Village, Carters' Steam Fair had trundled into town.  It's an event to which we always look forward.

It's not just for the chance to go on some exciting rides and munch candyfloss(it might be for the munchkin); for me, it's more about looking at all the fabulous vehicles and caravans, listening to the rock 'n' roll and admiring the sign writing!

The Munchkin headed straight for the helter skelter.  Oh to be young again...

Then he went to the chair-o-planes.  I went on these about two years ago and was decidedly green when I got off, saying "never again".

Anyone feeling strong?  After a day's gardening on Saturday, it definitely wasn't me.  Oh what a party pooper!

For anything remotely hair raising, Mr HenHouse gamely joined in.

Ah, this is more like it.  I always go on the gallopers.  I would show you my picture, if only I had thought to ride side saddle!  I do take some time pondering which horse to ride, it's down to both the name and the decoration and I must confess a fondness for the black horses.

The decoration is absolutely exquisite and combined with the sound of the barrel organ and the smell of the steam engine, it's an old fashioned delight.

Meanwhile, the Munchkin is now old enough to have a go at the rifle shooting and having tried it on a recent school trip, and his school report telling us he'd discovered a talent for it, he was eager to have a go.  Twelve shots later and he'd not missed a single target.  The stall holder said he'd never seen anything like it and we came home with the predictably tacky selection of furry toys.  We were quite amazed! It does feel a little funny seeing him holding a rifle, though.  Where do the years go?

We made a final stop at the penny arcade where we changed up pound coins for old pennies and had fun on some good wholesome slot machines, one arm bandits and my fave, the penny falls.  Not a flashing light could be seen nor blaring rap music heard.

Time to refuel maybe?

In fact, we head for home and rustle up some homemade treats for an impromptu tea, with the Munchkin playing host.  Spot that concentration, it would of course be a crime to drop cake!

The furry friends are not to be left out.

Poor old Jacky Ginge had an operation a few months ago and is still not quite back to his fully furry self.  Another one feeling his age!