Ah yes, the idyllic Oxfordshire countryside, you can almost smell the rural just looking at that (oh definitely). The kids, both teenagers, were bought off with icecreams, I do have a heart...
But not all was lost, there was a Crow, kept wiping his/her beak on the dung festooned paddock as it wandered along looking for something else to nibble at. I missed seeing whatever it was it had eaten. Was it sweet, was it smelly, we'll never know. If you could have listened in then you would have heard the Carousel in the background. A bit random, there was also a little Hook-a-Duck stall, and a Circus. Yes, just the sort of thing you'd expect to run into, out in the sticks. But then where else would all the serial killer Clowns and demonically possessed fairground rides go for a little R&R? Perhaps I'm writing something like that at the moment.
Peering through the trees at the edge of the clearing you just knew all sorts of madness was afoot. There in the middle of the clearing stood a carousel, hobbies running that same race over and again, never seeming to tire, and that same piece of music repeating all day long.
"Just watch Ned" I nodded towards the whirling madness ahead, "in a moment there'll be a bunch of axe-wielding Clowns come rushing out from behind that Carousel, and then we'll be running like nutters"
There was a crackling of twigs on the forest floor behind us.
A nice day out.
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