Yes, yes, I know. Goose Fair takes place at the beginning of October and here am I posting about it when it’s nearly the end of October. What can I say? I’ve been busy.
Although I only moved to Nottingham four months ago, Phill and I have been together for more than eight years and so I have been visiting reasonably often. I have, however, always managed to miss Goose Fair due to the fact that it often coincides with the weekend nearest to daughter number 2’s birthday.
This year, however, she was in Edinburgh and I live here now so it was high time to experience the sights and sounds this huge travelling fair.
And what a cacophony it was. We went on the Friday night and it was busy, busy, busy. There were hoards of people everywhere; at the Forest Recreation Ground, along Gregory Boulevard, in town and on the buses.
But I don’t think I’ve ever seen a louder, brighter, more colourful fair in my life.
Even the balloons glowed in the dark and there was an abundance of street sellers waiting to help you light up the night.
Now, as a rule, I don’t really do things that go up and I don’t really do things that go round. But I really, really wanted to get a photograph from the top of the ferris wheel.
We queued a little while, though not long enough to get impatient and then was sold this ticket.
I am going to choose to believe that my youthful attitude to life led the woman selling me tickets to believe I was a child rather than an OAP. Actually, I think they were all one price and the ticket wasn’t particularly accurate because, let’s face it, we weren’t in Edinburgh either.
We shared our circular gondola with another couple and I was actually fine until Phill started turning this wheel in the centre that spun the thing around! That freaked me a little. But it was worth it for this view from the top.
It was amazing.
We didn’t go on any other rides… but plenty of people did and there was a enormous number to choose from.
I did hook a duck though and won this for my troubles.]
But there was another reason I wanted to go to Goose Fair and it was nothing to do with the fairground rides.
For years Phill has been telling me that the very best mushy peas were to be found at Goose Fair.
And they were served by this man here from the 7th Nottingham Scouts at the Scout Hut next to the recreation ground. Phill says that ever since he was a child, he has been getting mushy peas from the Scout Hut at Goose Fair and they are the best mushy peas in the world.
And here they are. Mushy peas in a styrofoam cup served with lashings of mint sauce and they were excellent. Although I do have to say I’m not a mushy pea expert (I’m a southerner you know!). But they really were delicious and green and mushy and a part of Phill’s childhood that I was pleased to be able to experience.
So, I’ve done my first Goose Fair, going up so high I could see all the twinkling neon lights spread out like a city below me and experiencing a simple but deliciously tasty local delicacy.
What can I say? It was amazing.