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So off to the station and onto the train to Bradford.
The Keighley trains terminate at Bradford Forster Square, but that was okay because it's right across from where I stayed last year, so I knew I could get into the city centre with no problem. And the distance is nothing, I estimated it as a mile before, but it can't be more than half.
Turns out the fair I saw last year is an annual event.
People there think it is a real funfair, it's advertised and everything.
I thought it was just a random meet-up of fair folk on a little piece of wasteland. Crikey, comparing this to something like Nottingham Goose Fair... it's like comparing a kid's tea party with Tara Ecclestone's daughter's birthday. With less zebras.
So. On to City Square.
Look at it.
Just look at it.
Oh My Gosh, what a perfect location.
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