Apparently Tam and I are not satisfied with just one summer holiday. Anyway, June was aaaages ago. It was still cold then! We booked the Blackpool trip a bit last minute, mostly down to me being put in charge of sorting this holiday. And if there's one thing I hate, it's sorting out the logistics of things. I will do anything to avoid actually doing the really very quick and simple job of booking a couple of train tickets and a hotel room. My brain dies of boredom. But book it I did, and if I may say, my timing was impeccable. This was our first holiday with no rain! The weather was beautiful the entire week, we were very lucky.
Our hotel was directly opposite North Pier, another stroke of luck (or excellent planning on my part. Yeah, that sounds better.) It was the perfect place to have as a base, meaning we could wander the piers, catch the tram or peruse the charity shops easily and still have a rest before dinner. We crammed so much into the four-and-a-bit days, but it never felt like we were overdoing it, especially when we were sitting on North Pier in the sunshine, drinking coffee (Tam), knitting (me) and listening to old time tunes. Obviously there was plenty of visits to the amusements too - we had especially good luck on an ancient 2p machine in Fleetwood. These little things make me happy.
We rode the carousel and big wheel, went flume riding at the water park, paddled in the sea, ate chips, chips and more chips, raced plastic camels, took a tiny ferry, bought amazing cake from a wee village bakery, gingerly stepped out onto the glass floor at the top of the tower (one of us did anyway...and I got myself off it again pretty quickly), took pictures in a photo booth, took pictures everywhere actually, found so many old and interesting buildings, went insane collecting tickets from amusement machines, drank beer in the sunshine, sent postcards and generally had a merry old time. Roll on the next holiday!
(p.s. Who remembers that Billy Connolly song about the wellies? We had to learn it at school when I was eight and perform it at assembly - whilst wearing our wellies of course.)