The Other Fringe

Carlisle Festival is on and what was happening today in the centre of the city appeared to be something called ‘Carlisle Fringe’. So, various sorts of street theatre came and went, and sometimes stayed to get mixed up with each other – as is happening here. I have no idea what the ‘jockeys’ were supposed to be doing; I have also no idea where the musician was going. I just hope he was going to replace the guitarist, who was sort of entertaining three little children sitting on the floor with the direst of rock songs sung well out of tune (no one else was listening to him). At least people noticed the ‘horses’ – the boy looks curious anyway.
   
Some ideas look so good on paper!!