The Ferris Wheel
I don’t think I’m ever going to get fed up of looking at my holiday photos. Well, okay, maybe once I’ve finished putting them in my photo book, it’s so time consuming. It’s worth it to keep those memories preserved though.
As soon as we got into Exmouth the Little Man wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel. He had to wait though, as we’d spent time on the beach, having lunch, a walk around the shops on the promenade, back to the beach and dinner in a restaurant first. The Ferris wheel was near to where we had parked our car so we had to go past it again. By this time it was nearly 7pm. But the sky was still blue and it was still really warm.
The girls were not brave enough to go on so they sat with me an watched their Dad and brother go on the ride. We could hear the Little Man’s exclamations as the wheel went around, at first he sounded terrified, but soon he was crying out, ‘wow, look at that!’ as the view gained dominance over his fear.
I would have loved to have had a ride, but someone had to stay with the girls. How do you feel about these big wheels, do you love them or hate them?