Buskers.

I had some seriously high hopes for this year's Buskers Carnival - some years are amazing, some years just don't strike a chord . . . sadly, this year's even didn't do it for me.

Maybe it was the unforgiving crowds and their lack of courtesy, but it would have been nice to be able to roll Sweet Pea and her stroller to a spot where she could actually see what was going on. Instead, people kept jumping in front of her/us - I still think she may have had the best seat in the house.

Up on her daddy's shoulders!

Maybe it was her grumpiness, or the fact that we were woefully under-prepared for the moment where the sun came out, and it got really hot, and we suddenly realized that we had neither sunscreen nor hats . . . and that weighed heavy on my mind.

And all of that coloured my perception of the one act we stuck around to see.
It took an inordinately long time for this to take place:


I recognize that safety is paramount, and the trapeze needs to be set up properly and all that . . but if you're going to make an audience wait that long while you set up, DUDE, IT HAS TO BE SPECTACULAR! And it wasn't. It was 'meh'.
There was a lot of this:And then some 'ooo, neat' while the one in stripes swung around on the hoop, and then there was this:




And that was fairly . . . non-eventful.
And then for the finale - which of course elicited gasps and shrieks from the crowd - I was crouched down with Sweet Pea getting snacks together, and all I could see were legs and bums. It was nice, but hardly amazing. The bums, I mean ;)

So that was disappointing. We still tipped them, and pretty well too . . . but it felt a bit flat. So I was totally on board when we decided to pack up and head home at that point.

Oh well, there's always next year.