100 WC Week 2 - Night At The Circus

The heavy canvas tent was hoisted high amongst the clatter and chaos of wagons and caravans manoeuvring on the crunchy gravel. Horses with feathered plumes neighed warily whilst the stable-boys strived to soothe them with morsels of apple. Swirling girls wearing sequined bustles tinkling with bells practised their synchronised routine and the ring-master cracked his whip to urge on a distressed brown bear. The enchanter dematerialised in billowing smoke, leaving his top hat to flutter to the arenas ground.

Nighttime at the circus: magical, beguiling, bizarrely wondrous. And then the sky grew darker, the curtains fell and the show began.