Goose Fair is a tradition in Nottingham that I’ve been going to ever since I can remember. The first weekend of October brings… autumn leaves falling from the trees, cold weather, wrapping up in scarves and hats and gloves, hot cups of tea and… the fair!
This year I went with my family including my 6 year old sister, which made it all the more magical. When we were younger the fair seemed the size of the city and as high as mountains. Never ending lights, screams of joy, smells, lovely food, dark but enchanting… when we’re older it definately seems smaller (because we are bigger?!), full of weirdos if I’m honest… but it still has the same nostalgic pull (and I still love it).
This time was also particularly nice for me as it’ll be the last time I go for a while, with my travels looming (3 weeks!!!). We ate mushy peas and mint sauce and peanut brittle (not all at once). Walked around in the cold for hours, went on some sketchy rides… and it was still really great at age 24.