As I left Tesco after collecting my keys, I crossed the road to the circus on the green. Music, not too loud, was in the air and the stripey big top and circle of red lorries and cream caravans, emptied of equipment and people for a moment in time, took me right back to Blackpool and not just the circus. The thump of music and someone's voice over the tannoy, spoke of the Spanish City and the waltzer, sumner sun and lads whizzing you round until you couldn't walk straight. It spoke of blustery days on the Big Dipper in Blackpool and the river caves, Noah's Ark, hall of mirrors and bobby horses in Southport fairground all wrapped into one. Sizzling hot-dogs loaded with fried onions and ketchup...those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end...??????