Run Away to the Circus
The circus had pitched up in a field at Cashel, near Junction 8 on the motorway, with big top flying the flags of half a dozen nations. I was taking photos of the circus when these two kids sped across the frame, probably headed to the shop at the nearby garage. I wonder if they went to the circus while it was there. We passed through a few days later, and the tent was gone. Moving on to another town.







