Probably nobody else on those swings experienced it as a competition. But Rose was all back into childhood as she remembered the friendly sibling rivalry. The children would save up the entire year for their fares and game money. Even today a fair number of china fairings ornamented the mantle at home. But their favourite thing had always been the swings. Simon and Rose had taken great pride in the fact that their boat had been slowed down by the stall owner every single time.

Rose laughed and let out small shrieks as the boat swung higher and higher - how was it that this looked scarier and more dangerous to her now than when she had been a child? - but soon the stall owner pulled down a lever that forced a wooden board up beneath their boat to create some resistance and slow them down. Satisfied with that accomplishment, Rose sat down and enjoyed the more gentle swinging, laughing and smiling at Andrew.