Last Saturday, Steve and I ran away to the circus.
We made our way to Minchinhampton, a beautiful little town in the Cotswolds. The circus was in town for a few days on the Common.
I put my hair in pigtails and dressed up in my Fine Linen shirt, boiled wool blazer, knickerbockers and high-heeled, t-strap Mary Janes.
We met up with two of our dear friends at our B & B and set off across the Common.
For our walk across the field I changed into my new Converse star flyer sneakers and carried my Mary Janes in a bag. And a good thing I’d changed! After we got there, I realised I’d forgotten the tickets at our B & B, so I sprinted back to get them (and got back just in time to change back into my heels and make a Grand Entrance into the circus tent).
Giffords Circus is a fantastic experience. Toti and Nell Gifford started Giffords Circus in 2000. Their vision was of a miniature village green circus, packed, rowdy, glamorous – birds and horses and motorbikes bursting from a fluttering white tent – a show for rural families, farmers and filmstars. I find this circus part vaudeville, part music hall act, part panto and utterly magical. As my favourite painter and circus lover says,
“For me a circus is a magic show that appears and disappears like a world.
A circus is disturbing. It is profound”
Packed with spangles and feathers,
and filled with spectacle, great live music and stellar performers.
I loved this horse who carried the bareback riders.
At the interval, we all went outside to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.
Some of us took photos,
some of us ran around barefoot,
and everyone enjoyed themselves and each other. The spirit of the circus is so huge that it spills out of the bigtop.
A great icebreaker was, ‘Is this your first circus?’
After the circus was over we had a starlit three ring, I mean three course, meal at Circus Sauce, the 42 seat travelling restaurant. Saving that for another post!