24 May 2010
days at the circus
I can't help it. I've found the circus thrilling ever since I was taken by my aunt and uncle when I was about six years old (Bertram Mills, Olympia, rather later than this film was made), When the circus arrives locally, as it does every now and then, though with no particular regularity, I find any excuse to go. I think it's the infectious energy, the same people who sell popcorn and balloons before the show on stage dancing and swinging on ropes in their sparkly costume, and the longing to share in the promise of moving on to another town, another audience.
So we spent yesterday morning under the Big Top at Zippo's circus in Mile End Park, my mum, brother, niece and I. It was the first time my niece had been to the circus - my mum too - and they were very excited. We all applauded till our hands hurt at the acrobats and high wire and jugglers. Then we came out into the heat of the so far hottest day of the year, joining the crowds of people who were making their way along the canal and into the park. My niece and I walked home through the park, stopped off to check out on the tadpoles, made sure the horse had a little something to eat.
And carried on home.