Our town of Solothurn is showing itself from the red and white side at the moment due to the opening of the local trade fair. There are banners hanging everywhere on the bridges and the streets. The photo is of our bicycle bridge leading into the old town with the Jura mountains in the background. I arrived yesterday afternoon. There is an underground tunnel to cross the road to get to the entrance of the fair and I think it was the first time that I had to wait to get into the line of people as I have to take the slope part and not the stairs due to my wheelchair, but no problem. It used to be a bit of a Mr. Swiss and me visit, but he can no longer walk so well and I am wheelchair bound for long distances. He never did like crowds in any case and since I have become independent thanks to my chair, I do my own thing for a couple of hours in the afternoon.
Now I am let loose so make the most of it, with the camera of course.
There were the usual kiosks selling the fast sort of hand food at the entrance in a row. As I entered the main area the crowds increase, but it was all down in the old moat mostly. I took most of the photos with the zoom as it was not made for wheelchairs.
This was the first year that they had even installed steps down to the bottom and there was no longer a petting zoo for the kids. There was a track made for the racing piggies. I do not know how that works, but it seemed to be quite an attraction and I had no chance to get closer. There were people everywhere.
I moved onto the part where they had various booths with fairground sort of stuff where you could win all sorts of fancy dolls. I managed to get through quite well and people were very considerate about moving to one side. I took many photos, some very interesting, but will show them now and again in a challenge. As I was sitting in my chair I felt someone tap me on the arm and give a friendly greeting. It was the lady who was in charge of our village group for first aid help, where I did the accounts. I had not seen her for some time. She was with her daughter who is a neighbour of mine, but we rarely see each other. That is the nice thing about those local fairs, you meet people again.
I saw that all the large tents were made easy to navigate by wheelchair, but decided to save that visit for later. The fair in on for 9 days in all, so I have plenty of time. I moved into town and saw that there was also some action there.
This group of street performers where very good. They all seemed to be French speaking and the young lady had a really powerful voice. I watched for a while and could have stayed longer, but decided to roll my way home again.
As I crossed the river the swans appeared again: this was in the town part. I noticed that the cygnets were no longer cygnets and have developed a real mixture of colours before getting their final white coat of feathers.
Yes life in our little town of Solothurn is good, always something different happening: not always but most of the time. Mr. Swiss remarked when I got home that he did not realise I was such a fan of the local town, but quite honestly I now just do my own thing. It would be nice to go together, but he does not really enjoyed all the rummel and I am now the lone rider in the wheelchair with the camera, but I enjoy it very much.
Today I will probably not go anywhere. It is pleasant at the moment with some sun, but the wind is picking up slowly and the storm of the year has been reported for this evening with warnings to tie everything down outside and to beware. I have already started to move my potted plants inside. It is 9.00 in the morning at the moment. No. 1 son only arrived home this morning at 4.00 am from a night out, but as soon as he is in action I will engage him to move most of the outside porch objects to their winter quarters in the cellar – the various ornaments and a couple of chairs and a small table.
And now to start cooking lunch – we decided on a pork roast and noodles, so no big work. I hope your all have a wonderful Sunday and if you are not going places and seeing things, then stay in bed – why not, that is also fun.
Yes, our fair even has its own little train circulating around the town. We have everything in Solothurn.