Vintage view: The ancient art of the automaton
Another summer — fingers sticky with split rag-worms and the drips of shared 99s. We wound up our splintered reels from a tug of greasy water on the sea wall, and vaulted onto a friendly cross-bar for home.
One thing was always worth a stop and an old penny more. An arthritic fortune teller, my first introduction to the ancient art of the automaton, dwelt in the murky open fronted halls of the Fun Fair in Bray.
