My return to Punmu was celebrated with a carnival.
Well, there was a carnival and I returned. The reality was that there was little connection between the two events.
The carnival was based around sport and with lots of off-field action as well. There will be further posts on the carnival. The sporting side of the weekend. But firstly, a little fun.
To me, the perpetual inner child, the class act was Mr Wally The Clown. I don’t often write a post about an individual. Yet this guy touched me on several levels.
Or having his tail pulled,
And surprising the tail-pullers just when they thought he hadn’t noticed.
Mr Wally was as fascinating and as much fun to the children in the desert as he is to the children in the Princess Margaret Children’s Hospital in the middle of the City of Perth where he is a Clown Doctor. (Note the subtle hint at the need for donations [grin])
Even singing silly songs with the aid of his four string guitar had me them watching and singing along. Yes, Bob the Builder, we can do it!
With all that, possibly my most lasting memory is encapsulated in this final shot. Mr Wally had a bubble machine and everyone wanted to touch the bubbles.
Somewhere in there, in amongst the fun and the play and the bubbles which Mr Wally orchestrates so well, there is more about life than is seen on the surface.