Running away with the circus...ALWAYS been a fantasy of mine! Every summer in Normandy we would stop in at the circus. One of my youngest memories is of being chosen from the audience to ride an elephant. Excitement mixed with sheer terror, that addictive feeling that really makes you feel alive- this was it. I don't think I had ever felt that before then. These days I am more into rescuing caged and badly treated circus animals (or any animal in fact, except perhaps pigeons, can't cope with pigeons unlike my friend who took a dying pigeon in a Louboutin box to the vets the other day in the hope of them saving it only to be met with the vet's wide eyed astonishment).

So the roundhouse is the place to be if you are after open mouthed amazement as they are hosting 5 weeks of circus fever! Acrobats, illusionists, everything circus like in the form of extraordinary performing people rather than badly treated performing animals!

http://www.roundhouse.org.uk/whats-on/series/circusfest